#Caine dressed in drag

[thelastdiamondpiratealchemist]

The Digital Virus

A strange digital virus has been spreading around the Amazing Digital Circus like wildfire; Pomni, the newest cast member, is unfortunate to catch it.

(This was my first TADC fanfiction.)

A strange digital virus has been spreading around the Amazing Digital Circus like wildfire; Pomni, the newest cast member, is unfortunate to catch it.

Pomni walks by herself down the red carpet hallway; she soon grunts to herself, her head feeling suddenly fuzzy, and well… It’s a little glitchy, too.

As Pomni continues down the hallway, her glitching intensifies. Her footsteps become unpredictable, causing her to stumble and trip over her feet. She tries to regain control, but her limbs move uncontrollably as if puppeteered by an invisible force.

Her voice, now distorted beyond recognition, emits incomprehensible sounds. It fluctuates between high-pitched squeals and deep, guttural tones. The once melodic and enchanting voice that captivated audiences now fills the air with an eerie cacophony.

She squeaks as she covers her mouth with her hands, her eyes turning into dark squiggles. Was she finally Abstracting?!

Did she finally lose her mind enough to turn into that monster that Kofmo turned into?

“Pomni?” a familiar voice, Ragatha, called out to the Jester girl. Pomni clears her throat and slaps herself across the face, halting her glitching.

“Heeey, Ragatha…Good morning?” Pomni lop smiled as she let out a nervous laugh.

“Pomni… what’s happening to you? Are you alright?” Ragatha gives Pomni a concerned look, her eyes scanning the glitching jester.

Pomni tries to sound cheerful despite her distress, but her voice still wavers in pitch.

“Oh, you know how it is, Ragatha. Just a little digital hiccup, nothing to worry about!” She quickly stifles another glitch as her arm twitches involuntarily.

“Are you okay? You seem a little nervous?” Ragatha arches her eyebrow, and Pomni throws up her hands in response.

“I’m fine!” Pommi laughed awkwardly. She looks over her shoulder while she tries to think of a lie or something, “I think I can hear Caine calling me, so uh…See you later!”

Pomni ran off before Ragatha could say another word; the red yarn-haired doll curled her lips into a frown as she placed her hands on her hips.

“She’s being more paranoid than usual,” she shakes her head.

Ragatha decides to follow Pomni at a distance, concern filling her heart. As she trails behind, Ragatha notices Pomni’s glitches becoming even more pronounced. Pomni’s step creates a wave-like distortion in the air around her, causing flowers to bloom and wither in rapid succession.

Ragatha quickens her pace, determined to catch up and offer her help. But as she reaches a corner, Pomni disappears. Confused, Ragatha looks around, only to find an empty hallway. Panic starts to creep into her thoughts, and she wonders where Pomni could have gone so suddenly.

“Pomni, wait!” She called out, and she looked around at her surroundings.

Just as Ragatha is about to call out for Pomni again, she hears a faint giggle from a nearby door labeled “Janitor’s Closet.” Curiosity getting the better of her, Ragatha approaches the door and slowly pushes it open, revealing a sight beyond her wildest imagination.

Inside the closet, she finds Pomni surrounded by a swirling vortex of glitched code. Her limbs move in an erratic dance, pixelating and reshaping with each movement. Pomni’s once vibrant color scheme flickers, shifting between saturated hues and monochrome tones.

“You’re not ‘Okay’…” Ragatha pointed out, making Pomni flush pink slightly.

She was never a good liar.

“I…I don’t know what’s happening…” Pomni admitted, looking at her glitching hands.

“I…Sorta do, we get ‘sick’ sometimes around here,” Ragatha admitted.

“How? We don’t have to sleep, eat, or anything else!”

“Well, it’s more like a ‘virus’ corrupting your code… That’s what Caine said anyway,” Ragatha further explained.

“But why me? Why now?” Pomni asked, her voice trembling with fear.

“I don’t know, Pomni. Viruses can be unpredictable. Maybe it’s just bad luck.” Agatha sighed, a solemn expression on her face.

“I don’t want to be like Kofmo,” she whispered, tears welling in her eyes. “I don’t want to turn into a monster.” Pomni’s glitching intensified, the vortex growing more prominent and more chaotic. She felt like she was losing control over her own body.

“We won’t let that happen. We’ll find a way to fix this, Pomni. We’ll find a cure.” Ragatha placed a comforting hand on Pomni’s shoulder.

“Thank you, Agatha.” Pomni looked into Ragatha’s eyes, finding solace in her friend’s determination.

After a half hour searching, Caine and his assistant, Bubble, came to visit his Cast; he was taken by surprise seeing Pomni’s body glitching.

“Huh…I wasn’t expecting to see this!” He exclaimed. Pomni winced at how loud the “chattering teeth man’s” voice could be, “My dear Pomni…You have quite the virus!”

“Can you help me?” Pomni asks, her eyes turning into squiggles again.

“….”

“I don’t like that silence,” poor Pomni shuttered.

Caine scratches his chin, deep in thought. Bubble, his assistant, stands by his side, analyzing the glitched code swirling around Pomni.

“I’m afraid this virus is unlike anything I’ve seen before,” Caine finally responds, his voice sad. “But fear not, Pomni. We will find a way to fix this! You need a little TLC!”

“TLC?” Pomni and Ragatha exchanged glances.

“Tender, love, and care!” Caine points out three fingers from his hand, his right hand briefly detaching from his wrist. Caine continues, “You see, viruses in the digital world can be quite tricky to combat, but with the right approach and care, we can help you recover.”

“But we should confine you to your living quarters so this virus won’t spread!” Caine added, “We don’t want a pandemic to break loose!”

“N-No…I guess not,” Pomni nodded, feeling relief and sadness at being isolated, but she understood the importance of containing the virus.

Ragatha, seeing the conflict in Pomni’s eyes, placed a hand on her friend’s shoulder. “We’ll be here for you, Pomni. We’ll visit you daily and ensure you’re not alone.”

Pomni’s glitching intensified momentarily but gradually calmed down as a small smile formed on her pixelated face.

After Pomni returned to her room, she lay quietly on her bed, her body and voice still glitching wildly; she decided to close her eyes as she tried to get some “sleep.”

Eventually, she found herself walking up, Caine’s face only inches apart from her face; Pomni yelps as she falls out from her bed and lands flat on her back as she grunts.

“Oof!” She grunts, rubbing her backside before sitting on her knees. She then realized the Ring Leader was dressed in a nurse’s outfit.

Pomni felt even more of the color draining down her face once she noticed two balls shoved down the nurse’s dress resembling a woman’s breasts, mainly because of how large they were.

“Why are you dressed like that…?” Pomni asked, hesitating, wishing what she saw was a “Digital Hallucination.”

Caine chuckles softly, adjusting the nurse’s hat on his head.

“Oh, this old thing? I thought I’d cheer you up in your recovery process, my dear Pomni! Laughter is the best medicine!” He reaches out a hand to help her up from the floor. Pomni takes his hand, still feeling uneasy about the situation.

“I suppose so, but isn’t a nurse’s outfit a little… unconventional?” Pomni blushes and looks away, flustered by the Ring Leader’s peculiar outfit choice.

Caine shrugs and adjusts the nurse’s cap on his head.

“Well, sometimes unconventional methods are necessary when it comes to viruses. Plus, it will make you feel better, my dear.” He said.

“Alright, if you say so, Caine. Just promise me one thing – no more surprises like this, okay?” Pomni couldn’t help but smile nervously despite her embarrassment.

“No promises there!” Caine laughs as he adjusts his red ball “boobs,” Pomni clears her throat again, wondering why Caine placed them there in the first place.

Caine had also placed a pillow onto his backside, making his glutes look bigger than it was.

Pomni’s body glitches out before she can speak again, her voice changing to a higher pitch.

Caine’s eyes widen with amusement as Pomni’s glitching continues.

“Oh, my dear Pomni, you’re quite the entertainer even in your glitched state! Maybe we should incorporate this into your act at the circus!” He chuckles, twirling his nurse’s hat on his finger.

“I…uh… I’m not sure about that, Caine. It’s a little embarrassing, you know?” Pomni blushes, unsure how to feel about being a spectacle even when she’s glitching, “Can you help me feel better? Is there a pill, vaccine maybe…?”

“I don’t know what those are,” Caine admitted, Pomni groaned inertly, “Bubble?”

“Yeah, Boss?” Bubble appears, wearing a stethoscope around its neck.

“Let me barrow you ‘Heart Hearing Device.’” Caine added that placing the stethoscope’s earpieces into his nonexistent ears, he took the cold metallic diagram and placed it against Pomni’s heart, but it was facing backward; the “bell” was pressed against Pomni’s chest.

“Pomni, I can’t hear your heartbeat!” Caine exclaimed, Pomni winches, “There must be something w-.”

“It’s backward, Caine,” Pomni quickly interrupted, pointing her red gloved hand at the stethoscope, her anxiety almost bubbling.

Caine blinks, realizing his mistake. Caine blushes deeply, realizing his mistake; he quickly adjusts the stethoscope, placing the smooth part of the diagram against Pomni’s chest. He closes his eyes and listens intently, trying to hear any irregularities in her heartbeat.

This time, he hears the faint but steady sound of her heartbeat.

“Ah, there we go!” Caine exclaims, his face brightening; he places the stethoscope onto different parts of Pomni’s chest.

“Caine…H-“ Pomni was cut off by Caine’s hand covering her mouth; she let out a small squeak,

“My dear Pomni, you just need to relax and let me do my job,” Caine says with a mischievous smile. Pomni’s glitching intensifies as she tries to speak but is unable to. Caine removes his hand and looks at her with an eyebrow raised.

“What were you going to say, Pomni?” he asks, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Pomni blushes and looks away, not sure if she should continue. But with a deep breath, she gathers her courage and speaks up.

“I…I think it would be best if you took your hand off my mouth, Caine,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper.

Caine’s eyes widen in realization, and he quickly removes his hand, a sheepish expression on his face.

Meanwhile:

“So, Newbie has a virus? I knew it.” Jax rolled his eyes as Ragatha explained the situation.

“Yeah, people get sick, Jax!” Ragatha pouted, “And we need to be careful; there is a chance of this virus spreading to all of us!”

“Please don’t say that!” Kinger coward, clutching his hands together, visibly shaken by the thought, Kinger looked around anxiously as if expecting the virus to manifest in front of him suddenly.

“Don’t worry, Kinger. We’re all in this together. We’ll find a way to stop the virus from spreading and ensure everyone stays safe.” Ragatha placed a reassuring hand on Kinger’s shoulder.

“And how do you propose we do that? We’re just circus performers, not scientists.” Jax crossed his arms and looked skeptical.

“How do we know you don’t have it?” Gangle asks Ragatha nervously.

“I don’t, only time will tell…” Ragatha admitted, watching Kinger and Gangle panic as Jax remained calm and Zooble, well, remained like…Zooble… “This is gonna be a long day…”

Back with Caine and Pomni:

Caine tried everything he could to cure Pomni’s virus, watching as her body glitched again.

“Agh…!” Pomni felt pain briefly shooting across her small frame; Caine thought for a moment.

“Since laughter is sometimes the best medicine, maybe….” Caine began to suggest.

“N-No tickling, Caine.” Pomni shakes her head. Caine secretly places a feather back into his back pocket, smirking mischievously.

“Who said anything about tickling?” Caine replied innocently, his eyes gleaming with amusement, knowing his secret attack failed as Pomni arched her eyebrow.

“So…The virus started this morning, correct?” Caine asks.

“Yeah…”

“I think I figured it out!” Caine snaps his fingers.

“You do?! What is it?!” Pomni asked, her voice breaking. She covers her mouth with her hands, her lower half glitching and sparking.

“You’re new here.” Caine said, “So… You’re not as immune like the others.”

“But why would being new make me more susceptible to the virus?” she asks, her voice filled with confusion and concern. Pomni nods, her glitching intensifying as she tries to control her body.

“Well, you see, Pomni, the longer you’ve been in the digital circus, the more you become acclimatized to the viruses that float around here. It’s sort of like building up an immunity.” Caine sighs and rubs his chin, deep in thought.

“So, because I’m still new and my code is not quite adapted, the virus was able to affect me more severely?” Pomni’s eyes widen, a glimmer of understanding in her glitching gaze.

“Exactly. Your code hasn’t fully integrated with the circus yet, so it’s more vulnerable to outside influences like this virus. But I’ll figure out a way to help you, Pomni. I won’t let this keep you down.” Caine nods.

“Thank you, Caine. I appreciate your help and support.” Pomni smiles gratefully, the glitching in her voice momentarily subsiding.

“Of course, my dear Pomni. We’re a family at the Amazing Digital Circus and stick together through thick and thin!” Caine returns her smile, his eyes filled with determination.

Before Pomni could speak again, her body glitched and shook violently, causing her to stumble and fall to the ground. Caine quickly rushes to her side, his nurse’s outfit slightly disheveled.

“Pomni! Are you alright?” Caine asks with worry, helping her back up.

“I… I don’t know,” Pomni stutters, her glitching worsening by the second. “It’s getting harder to control.”

Caine furrows his brows, pondering possible solutions. Suddenly, an idea sparks in his mind.

“Bubble! Bring me the Debugging Tool!” Caine calls out to his assistant, who quickly scurries off to retrieve the requested object.

“T-■e w◇h♤?” Pomni couldn’t even speak anymore; her eyes widened with fear.

Caine rushes to Pomni’s side, a determined look in his eyes. He gently takes her hand in his and tries to calm her down.

“Don’t worry, Pomni. We’ll figure this out,” he reassures her. “The Debugging Tool is a special device that can scan and analyze your code. It might be able to pinpoint the source of the virus and help us find a way to stop it.”

As Bubble returns with the Debugging Tool, Caine takes it from him and examines Pomni’s glitched code. He connects the device to her digital interface and begins the scanning process.

Pomni watches with anxiety and hope as Caine works diligently to analyze her code. The glitching starts to subside slightly, giving her a small glimmer of relief.

After what feels like an eternity, Caine finally finishes the scanning process. He disconnects the Debugging Tool and looks at the results, his expression turning serious.

“Pomni, it seems this virus is deeply embedded in your code,” he explains. “It will take some time and effort to delete it.”

Pomni’s heart sinks at the news, but she remains determined. She nods and takes a deep breath.

"I u♡ders♧and, Ca€ne. Wha《eve● it ta×es, I w*n| to get r^d of this virus,” she says.

Caine smiles a mix of pride and compassion in his eyes. He pats Pomni’s hand gently, offering her reassurance.

“That’s the spirit, Pomni. We’ll work together to find a way to eliminate this virus and restore you to your full potential.” Caine’s voice is calm and comforting, instilling a sense of hope in Pomni’s glitching heart.

“I hope this virus doesn’t spread to the others,” Pomni thinks.

“Caine, don’t you dare tickle me!” She snapped, feeling something tease under her left arm.

“Alright, no tickling, I promise. We’ll focus on finding a solution instead.” Caine chuckles mischievously but holds up his hands in mock surrender.

Thank you, Caine. I trust you’ll do whatever it takes to help me.” Pomni lets out a sigh of relief, her glitching calming down slightly. “Can we do it now…?”

Caine nods and starts planning out a treatment plan for Pomni. With Bubble’s assistance, they gather various tools and programs that might help resolve the virus. Caine explains his approach to Pomni, ensuring her trust in him.

They begin by executing a diagnostic program on Pomni’s code, scanning for anomalies or corrupted segments. The program reveals several areas of her code infected by the virus, causing glitches and instability.

Caine and Bubble work to isolate the infected code and develop a specialized antivirus program. They carefully inject the program into Pomni’s code, targeting and neutralizing the virus.

As the antivirus program runs, Pomni’s glitches diminish, and her movements become more controlled. Her voice returns to its normal melodic tone, and her color rapidly returns.

“How do you feel?” Caine asks,

His eyes filled with anticipation.

Pomni takes a moment to assess herself, a glimmer of hope in her glitching gaze.

“I… I feel better,” she says, a genuine smile forming. “The glitches are subsiding, and I feel more stable. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Pomni. I’m glad we were able to make progress. But it’s not over yet. We must continue monitoring your code and ensuring the virus doesn’t resurface.” Caine smiles warmly at Pomni’s response, relieved to see her improving.

Pomni touches the sides of her face, pushing her fingers into her cheeks, feeling the familiar smooth texture. She takes a deep breath, savoring the relief of being free from the virus’s grip.

“Now that we have eliminated the virus, it’s time to strengthen your defenses,” Caine says, his tone determined. “We’ll update your security protocols and install firewalls to prevent future attacks.”

“How do you expect to do that?” Pomni asks, curiosity evident in her glitch-free voice.

Caine leans back in his chair, taking a moment to think before responding.

“We’ll start by analyzing the virus itself,” he says. “We’ll dissect its code and understand how it was able to infiltrate your system. From there, we can create stronger defenses and fortify your digital walls.”

Pomni nods, understanding the seriousness of the situation. She knows that she could be vulnerable to future attacks without proper defenses.

Caine continues, “We’ll also implement regular security updates and conduct periodic scans to ensure your system remains clean and protected. Additionally, I’ll educate you on potential warning signs and safe coding practices to minimize the risk of future infections.”

“Will I have more virus in the future?” Pomni asks worriedly.

“Yes, it happens to even the best of us!” Caine crossed his arms onto his chest, his false ball breasts bursting at the pressure.

Caine quickly puts his arms back down, realizing his mistake. He clears his throat and continues, trying to ignore the awkward moment.

“Well, there’s always a possibility of encountering viruses in the digital circus, Pomni,” he explains. “But with the strengthened defenses and your increased understanding of safe coding practices, we can minimize the risk. And if any viruses sneak in, we’ll be prepared to identify and eliminate them quickly.”

“I understand,” Pomni nodded, trying to focus on the situation, ignoring Caine’s false chest bursting.

“Anyway…I will let you rest now. When you feel 100 percent, join the others on your next Adventure.” Caine spoke, quickly teleporting from Pomni’s room.

Pomni watches as Caine disappears, feeling a mix of gratitude and anticipation. She knows that she still has a long way to go before fully recovering, but with Caine’s help, she feels hopeful. She takes a moment to relax and let her glitching subside, feeling the relief of being virus-free.

As she lies in her digital bed, Pomni thinks about the future. She knows that she needs to strengthen her defenses and be more vigilant in protecting herself from viruses.

She’s determined to learn more about safe coding practices and stay updated on the latest security protocols. She doesn’t want to let another virus bring her down again.

With renewed determination, Pomni closes her eyes and drifts off to sleep, knowing she’s in good hands with Caine and the Amazing Digital Circus. She looks forward to the day when she can join the others on their adventures with a more vital, virus-free code and a brighter, glitching less future ahead.

#i dont know what else to add here #the amazing digital circus #tadc #pomni #the amazing digital circus pomni #the amazing digital circus Caine #pomni and caine #poor pomni #pomni is sick #fanfiction the amazing digital circus #tadc fanfiction #fanfiction #sickfic #Caine dressed in drag #caine #bubble #sick #comfort #nurse outfit #fake b**bs

[spaceshipellie]

omg ellie and mother cain. may i pretty please request you wanna love me right now, you wanna get alone with me + horny dom!ellie x femme sub!reader + tlou!au + where it’s the after party of their wedding ceremony :) but ofc ellie “can’t wait” and just wanna ditch and ofc the reader is h word too cuz of that suit ellie wears like 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩

“you wanna love me right now, you wanna get alone with me”

pairing: top!ellie x femme!bottom!reader

summary/warnings: tlou au, ellie and readers wedding, touching in public, bathroom sex, fingering + eating out (r receiving), MDNI

i. can’t. cope.

the feeling that was taking over your entire body was exhilarating. you had just tied the knot with the love of your life whose forehead was currently pressed against yours, an infectious smile on her face. her hands held your hips firmly and swayed them to the music.

laughter filled the barn where people danced around you, totally consumed with the way their own brains swam with alcohol. which was lucky for you because ellie’s hands were travelling around to squeeze the life out of your ass. you yelped and giggled but she only smiled lazily and kissed you. it was a little sloppy and heated as your hands gripped the loose open collar of her shirt, pulling her closer.

“can’t believe i can call you my wife now,” she mumbled against your lips.

“ellie, you did that anyway.”

“i know, but now it’s real.” she dragged out the last word as she ran one of her hands up your body, brushing a thumb over your where your nipple poked through your dress.

you shuddered slightly at her touch. “kinda wish no one was around right now.”

“oh i don’t know, let em watch. this is our day, remember?” her words made your stomach flip.

“that’s..true,” you stuttered as she started kissing your neck.

your head fell back and your fingers tangled themselves in her hair, enjoying the warmth of her lips on your skin. you let out a little groan when her teeth grazed you which in turn made ellie groan.

“fuck,” she mumbled, tentatively slipping her fingertips up your thigh under your short dress.

“ellie,” you whined quietly.

you were so caught up in the sensation of her that you were caught off guard when she smirked against your neck and brushed her fingers over your underwear.

“ellie,” you whined again, in a slightly more warning tone than before.

“what?”

you felt a light touch over your clit then and your head fell forwards and your hands gripped her shoulders hard.

“careful,” you smiled.

“mm i wanna leave,” she said, peppering kisses from your neck to your lips.

“wouldn’t it be rude to leave our own party?”

“fuck the party.”

“ellie.”

“fine, we’ll stay here.”

she suddenly pulled her hands away and stood up straighter, giving your ass a quick slap before ushering you towards the back of the barn. hm, bathroom.

no one seemed to notice, or at least care if they did, when ellie pushed the two of you through the bathroom door, kicking it closed behind her. she was quick to shove you up against the counter, her lips hot against yours again. her hands scrambled with the bottom of your dress, pushing it up to your waist and gripping your thighs to help you jump onto the counter. both understanding that anyone could walk in at any minute, she didn’t waste any time in shoving her shirt sleeves up her forearms and pushed your underwear to the side to run a finger up you to feel how wet you were. you moaned into each others mouths as she pushed her fingers inside of you, pumping them in and out.

the thrill of being in public on top of the euphoria you felt from the entire day had worked you up so much you were eagerly grinding on ellie’s hand.

“you’ve been driving me crazy all day, you look so beautiful.”

“fuck, me too. this suit, you look so hot.” you could barely get the words out.

your foreheads were pressed together as you both looked down at where she was fucking you. she groaned before quickly dropping to her knees, pushing your legs even further apart and attaching her tongue to your cunt.

she ate you out like she’d been starved, her fingers slipping out so she could get a good grip on your thighs. seeing her face buried so deep into you, her tattoo exposed from her pushed up sleeves and her hair all messy from where your fingers had tangled it was almost too much to handle.

you slapped a hand over your mouth, practically biting down on it when your moans started getting louder. your hips were beginning to grind against her mouth and her eyes looked up at you, taking in how beautiful you looked when you were squirming under her touch like this.

“fuck, i’m gonna cum,” you gasped.

ellie continued sucking on your clit, determined to make you finish before anyone could interrupt. it wasn’t long before you were completely unraveling, your sweet cum making a mess of her tongue and chin. she smirked against your pussy before standing up, wiping her chin on the back of her hand. she adjusted your dress for you, pulling it back down into place.

“i love you, baby.”

“i love you too, els.”

“my wife,” she hazily giggled, kissing you.

“my wife,” you smiled, wrapping your arms around her neck.

“i don’t know i haven’t seen the–oh! sorry!”

the interruption caused both of your heads to snap to the door where two women stood. they nervously laughed and looked like they didn’t know wether to leave or continue going to a stall. you and ellie started laughing as you hopped off the counter to leave, her hands still constantly roaming your body.

“come on, let’s go dance,” she whispered in your ear.

#tlou x cain requests 🌙 #anon requests 🌷 #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie williams #tlou au #ellie x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie x you #ellie williams oneshot #ellie williams blurb #ellie williams x y/n #ellie smut

[ibarkatpeoplewoofwoofbitch]

Hazbin hotel when they were humans PART 1:

I just have some headcannons on what they looked like.

Angel dust "anthony"-

Okay, so we all know Angel couldn't have worn what he wears now in especially with the crime he was in. It's sad but true.

He definitely could've been a drag queen secretly at night. It's possible.

I think personally angel was a bottle blond. He didn't have blond hair.

He would've dressed like this:

And here's 1940s drag queens:

And honestly? I think he wasn't "angel dust" he was Anthony. Valentino made him angel dust. And he used angel dust to cope with himself. But we can see when he switches from Angel to Anthony. His accent comes out more, and he's more serious. Anthony uses angel to cope. And Angel uses Anthony to defend himself.

Alastor:

I believe alastor had curly hair he just slicked it back.

And I feel like he needs justice for his Edna moe bad Bob rn 😭🙏

This is what I think his hair looked like when he slicked it back:

And this is how men in Louisiana or just men used to wear their hair and dressed back then in 1920s:

They all have the hats. Caine. And suits. Personally? I don't know why alastors suit and looks don't match with his story. They could've changed some things about him before they made a whole season.

A believe alastor had a small mustache or facial hair. Before he died.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel fanart #alastor #radioapple #appleradio #duckiedeer #hazbin angel dust #angel dust #angel #habzin hotel #hazbin hotel theory #hazbin hotel thoughts

[ijustthinkhesneat]

Respectfully speaking Dick Grayson is dragging a wagon.

Cut his head off because he is letting them eat cake.

I am tired of pretending that Dick being a 10 with a fatty has nothing to do with his appeal. If he had an up and down pole body y’all would not be simping so hard.

It’s like Jason Todd killing people because of his daddy issues. We love him because we all to some extent have those daddy issues. But we also love him because that man has the biggest tits in Gotham and thunder thighs that could pop melons and skulls alike.

Also put some respect on Duke and Steph’s names. They deserve some love from the untouched masses. A blonde baddie who works in retail and has a villain for a father statistically must be drowning in DMs that radiate a sticky aura.

Dukes parents basically got the Longbottom special and are crazy now. And guess what? Neville glowed up the hardest out of like the whole cast of the Harry Potter movies. Duke is serving Neville Longbottom, over looked and under appreciated but still carrying. He also essentially started a gang/cult and everyone knows only hot people can found a social movement.

Now Tim Drake has what I as a neurodivergent cockroach have dubbed; Autistic Rizz. Like yes he is intelligent and in good shape but the fundamentals of this man are lacking. He does not sleep, which is the same for all the above, he is mentally about an inch away from sending people anthrax in the mail and he likely dresses like a punk skater who got into flash dance and emerges from a dumpster every morning. This is all to say there is nothing conventionally appealing about this disaster, but he is still the rizzler. This is because his strangeness is endearing he’s an enigma and people want to know more. He’s a rude little goblin that you love to carry around.

Cassandra Cain is the Rizz Master for the opposite reason. She takes care of herself, knows how to dress and lives a mess free life. She also dresses like a ninja. Call her Rizzy McGuire.

#bruce wayne #batman #batfam #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #nightwing #dc batman #red hood #spoiler #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #duke thomas #signal #black bat #Bruce has no rizz #Brucie is a rizz god #but like bruce has no rizz #like first date with Clark and he just says #do you eat?

[the-evil-lovable-simp]

The Amazing Digital Circus 

Caine x Programmed Villain reader

Part 1

(I kinda of based (y/n) on an old way I used to draw myself)

(Also readers gender not really mentioned but it's kinda more on the boy side. Yay gay)

The game was getting a new update, Caine was curious and just a bit excited, he got everyone up just a bit earlier than they normally do.

Pomni and Ragatha agreed and went, with Kinger and Gangle slowly behind and Zooble and Jax had to be dragged there by Caine. They went outside the tent to see part of the grounds be nothing but 0's and 1's all moving around with a bunch of shapes being thrown around with it.

"Wait, what's going on?" Zooble said sounding curious but still bored.

"I'm glad you asked Zooble! The Amazing Digital Circus is getting an update!" Caine announced proudly.

"It's probably going to be even worse than what we've already got here," Jax mumbled right before he got hit in the head by an object that Caine definitely didn't make and throw at him.

"I hope it's something to get out of here," Pomni said sadly, and Caine ignored that comment. He floated there waiting, watching the update turn into something. They all watched and then got really disappointed when it turned into a cave, it didn't even look nice, it was gloomy, dark and spikey.

"Come on everyone, let's go check it out!" Caine said grabbing his cane and gesturing to the new feature in the game.

"Ugh, what?!" Zooble groaned as Jax snickered.

Pomni looked frightened but Ragatha reassured her as they all walked to the cave, well, except Caine he floated. As they all walked in they expected to see a dingy damp cave inside.

"Oh look, noth........ing," Jax started to say with a smug face until he saw what was in the cave. There was dark blue carpet and purple patterned diamond wallpaper, there was a chandelier on the ceiling and lots of expensive-looking furniture, and few potted plants. It was way bigger on the inside, this made Pomni nearly have another mental breakdown. But what shocked them the most they heard a voice, they could hear it singing, and they could hear it get louder and louder. They all started to realise that, that meant a new character came with the new update, they listened carefully.

"I'm beggin', beggin' you~" They all listened and heard the footsteps getting closer. Caine watched with bated breath, knowing that the person who walks through that door was going to be someone who was part of this game like him who he didn't make and wouldn't abstract.

"So put your loving hand out Darlin'~" they saw this person walk through the door. They had no nose, a dark blue suit on, round cartoonish purple shoes, and cartoon gloves but instead of being round they were sharp and the person had a wide grin with a full set of sharp teeth, with very scruffy spikey hair. They had their eyes shut and were sorting out their purple bow tie, acting like they had just gotten dressed. They opened their eyes they were hot pink and orange patterned rings.

"Ridin' high, when I was-" they stopped, looking at everyone who was now in their house. Suddenly a bit of shadowing formed around their eyes, and their smile got wider if that was even possible, it kinda looked like they got more teeth the more they smiled. They put both their hands behind their back and pulled out two guns and pointed them directly at the group, who were startled at this point. (This is you, and I'm changing they to you now) They wondered where you got the guns from and were worried about what you were planning on doing with them, well, except for Caine he knew where they came from but he was more worried about their existence, surely they weren't family friendly. Your pupils shrunk.

"HAHAhahAhahHAHhahAHhaAa" you balefully cackled, everyone exited the cave, a few trips on the way, as bullets flew everywhere. Everyone was outside the cave,

"What the £%$& was that!?" Zooble shouted

"Watch your language," Caine answered

"%$£& you," they said flipping him off and slowly walking back to the tent.

Everyone jumped as they heard more laughing coming from the cave.

A stretched leg came out of the cave and then the rest of the body came with, instead of having guns you now had a massive mallet and a bomb, that lit when you looked at it, and you launched it in the air.

"Hey freakface, you missed" Jax said, but then the bomb came back down and you got in position and then hit the bomb with your mallet.

It flew across the sky, everyone watched including the sun and the moon, as it headed towards Zooble, they turned around right on cue.

"Oh $%-" and then the bomb exploded, not too much harm was done, they were still alive at least.

As soon as everyone saw this they started to panic and ran in different directions. A few more bombs were thrown and everyone was screaming.

Caine didn't know what to do he didn't expect the new update to turn out like this, then he looked down and his pupils shrunk.

Everyone stopped running around when they realised the bombs had stopped, they also heard yelling and looked back at the cave. They saw Caine being dragged by stretched arms leading into the darkness of the cave.

"Everyone! Your next adventure is....!" He gripped the floor to try and finish his sentence.

"To rescue me!" and then he vanished.

…

To be continued

#tadc caine #tadc #the amazing digital circus #tadc x reader #tadc caine x reader #the amazing digital circus caine x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #x villain reader #villain

[jaegerisms]

Beautiful, finite.

warnings: geto x femreader, lowkey smut; 18+ wc: 1.5k syn: post hidden inventory geto angst, inspired by a few lyrics from ptolemaea by ethel cain

You had always found Suguru beautiful, devastatingly so. Even now, when the onyx of his eyes had lost their warmth, growing cold and unfeeling. Devouring all the light they once held like the dark of a moonless night. Becoming something foreign and unknown-terrifying even. The small bit of moonlight seeping in through the window reflected off his white t shirt, illuminating his room just enough for you to make out his form, to see his face. 

That shirt with the fraying collar. The one you always gravitated towards when he offered his clothes up to you. Countless nights you had slept in that shirt. Even attempting to steal it for yourself on numerous occasions, simply because it was his. Reluctantly giving it up only after he insisted it be returned. There were aspects of him that felt so familiar to you, but still somehow, he felt far away now. Foreign, almost. 

The crinkled sheets of his bed were soft against the bare skin of your legs. Dressed in only a t shirt, goosebumps adorned your skin from the draft of the bitterly cold air seeping in through the cracks of the window. You sucked in a breath, wracking your mind for words to fill the silence. Anything to drown out the deafening sound of your beating heart. 

Suguru drags his eyes over to meet your gaze in expectancy as your lips parted. You closed them in an instant, averting your eyes even quicker. That almost cold heaviness within him more difficult to face than you anticipated. He held his hands out in front of him, empty gaze focused on his trembling fingers with bated breath. Before you thought better of it, or your nerves got the best of you, your own hands grabbed a hold of his to steady the tremor. Say something, anything. 

“It’s going to be okay.” Your quivering voice sounding uncertain even to your own ears. 

How stupid, you couldn’t have come up with something better? Maybe a little more convincing? You took a deep breath, steeling your nerves. Though you found it difficult to face whatever lurked within him, you were determined not to give way. The aching sound of his silence shattering you more and more with each passing second. You decided then to muster up whatever courage your feeble heart possessed and lend it to him. 

“I’m afraid.” 

Even the iron still fears the rot. Special grade. The strongest. Curse manipulator, Suguru Geto. Fearful. Trembling. Broken. 

“Look at me.” This time firm when you spoke. 

Even now, he was so beautiful. Hair loose and falling across his shoulders, in front of his eyes. Clenching his hands tightly, you tugged, motioning for him to scoot closer to you on the bed. He made no move to oblige.

“Everything will be alright.”

“You don’t know that.” You didn’t. You knew better than to say such things, especially as a sorcerer. Only a fool would whole heartedly believe that a better tomorrow could be promised. Not in your line of work.

“Then just think about right now. Tonight. You’re here, I’m here. We’re okay.”

His eyes closed, as if contemplating your words. Letting loose a long breath, he finally gave into your insistent tugging on his arms. From his seated position at the head of the bed he gradually made his way over to you. Suffer does the wolf crawling to thee. A once strong and courageous predator limping forward, doing all it can not to succumb to the immense pain of its wounds. And despite it all, he was ever so breathtaking. Even now, crawling towards you, he was so beautiful it hurt. 

Steadily approaching and making no move to stop, you were forced to lay on your back as he came to hover over you, delivering a slow and languid kiss to your lips. You placed your hands on either side of his face, holding him with more tenderness than you ever knew you possessed. You traced the fullness of his bottom lip with your tongue and prodded at him to open his mouth, needing to taste him deeper. He let out a strained moan as you delved deeper into him, sucking on his tongue, devouring him with eagerness.

The parting of your mouths left a string of saliva connecting you, at the sight you felt a familiar fire ignite within your core. Judging by the quickness with which Suguru stripped and discarded your shirt, it was safe to say that same heat was kindling within him. 

“You’re here,” he repeats between kisses over each of your breasts and then down your stomach, “I’m here.”

The soft press of his lips ghosting over your skin left goosebumps in their wake. Rubbing your thighs together, you could feel the familiar dampness beginning to soak your underwear. Even in this state, your body couldn’t help but show your hunger and desperation for him. Ever so slowly he made his way down to your panties, tugging them down with his mouth. As if it were muscle memory, you spread your legs for him and bare your exposed and needy cunt to your lover. Suguru wasted no time burying himself between your legs. Your breath catching as his tongue makes contact with your folds, licking and sucking with abandon. 

Through the intensity of your pleasure, the memory of that darkness still plagues you. The immense aching within the eyes of your beloved, the permanent shadow cast on his face. The fear that you may lose him to whatever demon slowly bleeds his heart dry. Suffering is nigh drawing to me. Though, with the skill which he was ravishing you, you found your worry ebbing further away with each stroke of his tongue. You can’t find it in yourself to dwell on the matter. Not when his mouth is right where you want him. Savoring the taste of you, taking his time ravishing your pussy. His turn to devour you. Bringing you enough pleasure to have you throwing you head back, mouth open, hands fiercely tangled in his hair. Your hips rolling in rhythm with his tongue. 

“Suguru- fuck baby. I’m close.” When he raises his head to meet your eyes, his lips and chin glint in the faint light, wet with your essence. He was so handsome with you all over him. Especially then. He cracks a small smile as he stops his ministrations to raise himself over you once more. Of course he wouldn’t let you cum yet. That would be too easy. 

Bringing his lips to yours, you part your mouth without missing a beat, humming at the taste of yourself on his tongue, all over his lips. God, he knew just how to unravel you. When he finally enters you, your calls of pleasure are without inhibition. He makes sure to fuck into you slow and teasing, drawing out more of your mewls with each stroke. He was still your Suguru, ever the sensual lover. Taking his time tearing you apart, before completely fucking you up.

And oh does he take his time, drawing not one but two orgasms and a few tears out of you before he’s satisfied enough to stop his tortuously slow thrusts. Only then does he pick up the pace, pistoning in and out of you with enough force to rock the bed. 

“Oh my god” you groan, the outburst almost completely muted by the sound of his balls slapping against your ass. The speed and intensity with which he was fucking into you was almost too much to bear, overstimulation and exhaustion had begun to take its toll on your body. Then there was a hand in your hair as he abruptly pulls out of your heat and uses a fist full of your hair to roughly guide your mouth onto his cock. You knew him well enough to open your mouth and stick out your tongue.

“Fuuuucccckk….” He breathed, shooting white ropes over your lips and into your mouth. You latched onto his cock, hallowing your cheeks, and sucking him dry, making sure to milk every last drop. Swallowing, you continued lapping at him even after he was finished cumming, dragging your lips from the base to tip and tonguing at his slit. 

Hand still tangled in your hair, he pulls your mouth from his cock.

“Look at me.” He whispers. 

Meeting his eyes without fear, you were determined to challenge whatever monster lurked within him this time. To expel it. You wanted your lover back, the gentle man with bright eyes and carefree laughter, who has warmth behind his tender touches. But at this moment, his gaze likened to an endless night. It felt as if he might devour you-literally this time. 

“Suguru, I love you.” You say firmly. 

You pull back and grip his face with both hands so that he may feel the weight of your words, the strength in your touch. Your eyes bore into his, attempting to abate that all-encompassing darkness once more. At your intensity he manages a half assed grin. One that doesn’t meet his eyes. 

“I know.” With a chaste kiss to your forehead, he breathed the words into your skin, “I love you too.”

an: this is my first attempt at a full length fic, so any feednack would be appreciated! ending is rushed bc i had no idea how to end it lmao TᴖT

#jjk #geto suguru #geto headcanons #geto x reader #jjk geto #geto smut #geto suguru headcanons #geto suguru smut #geto x y/n #geto x you #sil writes

[ac1dtr1pper]

Hello!!! I was wondering if I could request a prompt involving dancing? You can add it in any way you want.

Ooo! I love this one!!

A Dance to Remember. [Showtime]

~

Normally the circus activities involve something silly or chaotic, even dangerous at times! But today was different. Caine appeared before his dear cast members, twirling his cane in his hand as he made an announcement.

“Hello my friends!!” He chimed with joy. The group looked up, waiting to hear what he had planned for them today. “I have a new plan for all of us today, and I’m excited to officially announce PROM NIGHT!” She exclaimed.

Jax raised a brow, crossing his arms. “Prom night? What’re we.. high schoolers?” He said with a snort. Caine appeared before him, poking him in the middle of his face. “Of course not, my friend! It’s just a name for a fun dance!” He said excitedly before proofing away. He hummed and held onto his cane with both hands. “I expect you all to dress your best tonight! There are fancy clothes within your wardrobe to change into! This is a FORMAL DANCE.”

With a snap, he disappeared, leaving everybody to get ready.

Pomni stood at the mirror in her room. She was wearing a sparkly dress that was split into red and blue, hanging off her shoulders a bit. She put the golden necklace around her neck and removed her hat, fixing up her hair to look nice. She sighed a little. “I’m not sure if I’m cut out for this.” She mumbled, rubbing her head.

She walked back to the main area, her golden heels tapping against the ground. Once she walked in, she saw everybody dressed up nice and already having fun, dancing with each other and chatting. She rubbed her gloved hands anxiously together, biting on her inner cheek as she glanced around. She felt very out of place in this. Ragatha approached her and smiled.

“Hey, New Stuff! You look stunning!” She said, patting her shoulder. Pomni smiled nervously, looking down. “Uh- thanks! So do you, Ragatha..” she said. The next hour or so included her and making small talk with her friends, but ultimately keeping to herself. She didn’t dance, just kind of stood there and drank digital punch. Bubble, who was the DJ, put a record on that had slow songs, and Pomni watched as her friends got together to dance with either a friend of a partner.

Pomni watched with wide eyes, and looked down. Meanwhile, Caine was watching over his friends with joy, happy that they were having fun! But he could not keep his eyes off of Pomni. “Gadzooks… she looks just splendid.” He said to himself. Pomni began to walk off to go back to her room, feeling a bit awkward, but suddenly.

“Pomni, wait!” Her arm was gently grabbed. She turned and her eyes widened. Caine stood on the ground, which was a rare occurrence, looking down at her and holding his hat to his chest, slowly dragging his hand down her arm and to her hand, lifting it gently.

“May… I have this dance?” He asked, seeming almost.. shy in a way. Pomni felt her face fluster a little, clearing her throat. “I-.. I don’t know how to dance, Caine.” She said, but Caine gently placed a hand on her hip and held onto her hand, pulling her closer. “Don’t fret, my star… just follow my lead.”

Slowly, Pomni was getting the hang of it, a smile on her face as she gently held onto one of Caine’s shoulders with her free hand, looking up at him as they danced. Caine stared at her with admiration, his digital heart pounding against his chest. Oh, how he loved her. He stopped dancing and just looked at her.

“Caine?” Pomni tilted her head, but gasped when he wrapped his arms around her and hugged her, spinning her around.

“Pomni, you bring my digital heart to a stop… you’re just perfect.” He whispered to her. Pomni hugged back, smiling.

That night was filled with magic, and joy. Pomni hasn’t felt this happy in ages, and Caine was determined to keep her happy.

#digital circus #the amazing digital circus #tadc caine #caine x pomni #tadc pomni #tadc showtime #good food #AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH #i’m losing it holy shit help me i love them so much ahhh #THEM #fanfic

[anonymousj3ster]

Dolly and Darling

Everyday that passes by, she looks for a door she'll never find. I follow the jester as she speedwalks down another hallway, opening a door, scowling, and slamming it shut again.

"Doncha get tired of this Chuckles?" Jax quips from behind me. I shoot him a pleading look, trying to get him to stop. Pomni turns and scowls at him.

"I mean, you just don't get it do you?" He continues, smirk widening. "You just really can't get it through that head of yours." He strolls up to her. "There. Is. No. Exit." Pomni glares up at him.

"There is. I kno-" She retorts, cut off by the tall rabbit. "Yeah, sure, there was an exit door. But it wasn't an actual exit, was it? No. It was fake." An ugly, cruel edge works it's way into his voice. "Something Caine made because he's too dense to understand what we actually want. But, if you want to waste your life running up and down these halls, thats fine by me." He strolls off, whistling cheerfully, leaving the little fool standing there, glaring after him. I watch her in concern as water leaks out of those firey eyes, gritting her teeth.

"Pomni?"

She turns to me, wiping her eyes with her glove. "I'm f-f-" She stutters. "F-f..." She stops, shoulders slumping taking a wary step towards me. I open my arms for a hug, even though I knew the jester didn't li-

She crashes into my embrace, arms locking around me as she sobs into my dress. I freeze, caught off guard by the normally touch-averse girls hug, before wrapping my arms around her. "You'll be ok." I whisper into her hat. "We'll all be." She sobs something unintelligible as I pat her back. "It's getting late. We should....try to sleep." I say after a few minutes that felt like short eternities. "You'll feel better after some rest." Pomni glances up at me, searching my eyes.

"I...don't want to be alone right now." She admits quietly, testing the waters. "You can sleep in my room if you want." I offer. She eyes me as I feel her relax a little more. "I...think I'd like that...if you don't mind, I mean." She added in a rush.

"Not at all sweetie."

Her pinwheel pupils widen for a moment at the nickname, and I wish and could take them back afraid I'd gone too far. But she just smiles a little, blinking away the last of her tears as she untangles herself from me and makes her down to my room, stopping outside the door with a hint of hesitance on her face. I smile reassuringly at her and open it, holding it open for her to come in. She returns my smile with a shaky one of her own. I sit on my bed, patting the cover in invitation. She trails over, sitting next to me. I scoot over a little making room for her and lie down, pulling the blanket of myself. I shift to the end of the bed, giving her plenty of room. Her face flushes for a moment, before lying down next to me and pulling the blanket up almost over her head, curling into a ball. I turn to face away from her, to make this less awkward. My face flushes as I feel the curve of her back press gently against mine. We lie in comfortable silence listening to each other's breathing slow as the world fades away around us, except the few inches of our backs that had contact, a soothing warmth. My thoughts slow, then fade into breezelike scraps of sentences, too abstract to fully grab onto.

I love you like I want to but it's killing me inside...

Wait.

~~

I slowly wake the next morning, rubbing my eyes. I stiffen as I feel something pressed up against my back, before remembering who was in the bed with me. I move slowly, so not to wake the jester up, sitting up and gazing at her. She was almost completely tangled in the blanket, seemingly in a fetal position. I watch the blanket rise and fall with each breath she takes, until the blanket shifts. Pomni slowly drags the blanket off her head, blinking blearily at me. I blush, getting lost in her vibrant eyes.

"Good morning." I manage to croak out.

"Mor'in." She slurs, rubbing her eyes. The crimson, gold and indigo of her jester suit shines a little in the light, the colors filling my mind. I chew my lip as she stretchs, the bells on her hat jingling, making my heart swell with a new emotion, racing so hard I though it might stop. I was her dolly, her my darling, the perfect digital romance... if she'll give me the chance. I smile at her, at the way she made my heart thump in my chest, the way she made me swoon. This hallucination, new sensation, almost enough to drive me to abstraction. She smiles back, swinging her legs out of bed, still partialy tangled in the blanket and falling to the ground. I get to my feet, reaching down to help her up. "Are you ok?" I ask hurriedly. She just gives me a thumbs up, staying facedown for a moment before slowly grabbing the edge of the bed and pulling herself up. I watch her for a moment to make sure she was really ok before saying anything.

"Should we go eat breakfast?" I ask. She nods and we start our trek to the main circus area. Every day was just the same, and while it didn't bother me anymore, it drove her crazy, knocking on my door every day with more problems that lead her astray.

"Do you want to help me find the exit?"

"Do you have any idea where it might be?"

"Why does Caine not seem to understand he's traumatizing us?"

"Can you help me with this?"

"How do you deal with Jax?"

"Can...I just hang out with you for a bit?"

Honestly it's kinda weird, how she's troubled but my dear would dim the lights and spend the night being sweet. She actually cared about me, treated me like more than a ragdoll, maybe even more than a friend-

"Ragatha?" The jester asks. I snap out of my daydreams, focusing on reality. "You were zoning out." She said a bit shyly. I give her a small smile.

"Sorry."

"No, it's ok. You looked c-" She breaks off abruptly. I blush, but don't say anything.

Neither of us do.

~

We lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling. We talked about everything and nothing, about the adventures, about what we thought our real lives might have been like, about Jax's pranks and the meltdowns we've both had. Our long conversation lulls into silence. I glance over at her. It was one of the rare moments where she actually looked...relaxed. She had one arm behind her head, the over thrown over her stomach, a small smile of of genuine contentment. Her pinwheel eyes were large and entrancing, an enticing pit of blue and red I wanted to get lost in forever. The silence stretches on as I lose touch with reality, just gazing at the beauty lying next to me. I blink a few times as I imagine a tear sliding down her face, then another. It takes me a moment to realize I wasn't imagining it.

"Ragatha?"

"Hm?"

"What if we never find an exit?"

"We will." I lie without skipping a beat.

"What if..." She trails off. "The door's I've seen....sometimes they start to vanish. What if...what if your not with me when I find one? What if I have to choose between you and freedom?" She blurts, hiccuping a bit with sobs. I rise onto an elbow, cupping her face with my other hand.

"Hey." I murmur softly, wiping away a tear with my thumb. "Then you'll wait for me, my darling." She turns her head away, opening her mouth to voice more worries. "Look into my eye." Pinwheel eyes dart to mine, glassy from tears.

"I know it's kinda scary but I trust you'll be alright. My own problems get harder, but when I hear your laughter..." I lean a bit closer, lowering my voice slightly. "They all melt away." I move even closer, not taking my eyes off hers. The fools eyes shrink slightly as I hear her breathing speed up, before dilating again. My heart pounds. It feels like I'm going insane with how much I think of her everyday. The attraction was taking over, pulling me closer and closer to this girl who kind of awkward with her words and her ways, making butterflys stir in my stomach with words and actions sweeter than sugarcane. I want to tell her how I feel so bad it hurts. Whys it so hard to say? I wanted her to just pull it out of me, even if it makes me break at the seams, because she makes me go crazy.

"Pomni..."

"Y-yeah?"

"Do you..." I clear my throat, feeling a bit like I might vomit up the butterflies in my stomach. "We...we could be together. L-like, more than friends...? Since we might end up stuck here forever...I wouldn't mind spending forever...with you." The jesters pupils widen. I stare into them, a deer in headlights, before abruptly sitting up. "Sorry. Th-that was dumb..." I laugh nervously.

I feel her hand on my arm, and before I can move she sits up, staring into my eye, before moving her face closer and closer to me, until...

Her lips brush mine. I close my eyes I lean into the kiss, not minding an eternity in hell if my darling stayed by my side.

#ragapom #pomni #tadc #the amazing digital circus #fanfic #songfic #pomni x ragatha

[the-s1lly-corner]

"Run, Don't worry about me!" (Gangle, Ragatha, Pomni, Kinger)

i dont usually use prompt generators.... but oh boy this angst one is making my brain COOK... anyways this quote was recommended and hooboy it made me think of perhaps there being an abstracted circus member running around and cornering the reader and another character? oooohooohooo

POMNI:

oh she feels so helpless... i mean we know shes already been in this situation, the pilot.. and she ran, and yeah sure she almost didnt come back because of the false exit... but what if she was put in this scenario again, and with someone shes grown close to? i think she would stutter, physically when you tell her to make a run for it.. to go find caine for help.. this is all too familiar... i mean.. sure ultimately ragatha was fine, but she still doesnt know what an abstracted can truly do to someone outside of giving them painful glitches... i think she would try to argue, but you snapping at her to just run.. for YOU is what gets her to bolt.. she feels so terrible, it doesnt matter if the outcome ends in you being safe.. she cant stand the pit in her stomach.. thankfully, though, there are no fake escapes grabbing her attention, at least this time

RAGATHA:

similar to pomni i think she would be torn. on one hand she feels she needs to stick around to make sure you make it out okay, but on the other hand she knows that nothing will be done quickly if both of you end up out of commisision... so reluctantly, she runs and searches for caine. shes bolting as fast as she can, i like to think she holds the skirt of her dress up while she runs.. if she could, she would scream until her throat goes hoarse... and who knows maybe even in the digital world she can do that.. i dont think she would crack under the pressure though, really the only thing keeping her from doing so is the fact that you are waiting behind for her to come back with caine... on top of hat what if the abstracted left after beating on you? what if someone else got hurt? she would feel responsible for not being fast enough...

KINGER:

he would outright refuse to leave your side... or maybe he would run off as his instincts scream at him to vacate the area and he doesnt even register that you had told him to run... likely, he would have grabbed onto you in an attempt to drag you with him, to keep you out of harms away.. but when he looks down, he only finds one of his hands. as dark and comical as it is, the curse of having no arms finally shows its consequences... i think he would run back to you, subsequently leaving him getting attacked as well, his crumpled and glitching form left on the ground a few feet from yours... but youre still KICKING youre still alive... can one die or abstract from being attacked by someone whos already abstracted? hes not... actually sure.. his head is pounding with so much pain that he cant think straight.. definitely going to need a third party to get help for you two

GANGLE:

another one where a third party is going to need to come to send help, not because gangle listened to you and chickened out on getting help... or insisting to stay with you.. regardless, i dont think gangle would be able to outrun the monster before it strikes her down. your attempt to keep her save was in vain. imagine how much worse it would be if her sprinting to escape to find caine caught the abstracted's attention, and it immediately smashes her down in a crumpled flickering pile on the ground... with you, still unscathed forced to watch... you tried to keep her safe, planning to take the blow yourself but it blew up in your face... generally not a good feeling and your split second a shock and guilt probably costs you your own escape

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #pomni x reader #pomni x you #pomni imagine #ragatha x reader #ragatha x you #ragatha imagine #kinger x reader #kinger x you #kinger imagine #gangle x you #gangle x reader #gangle imagine

[mgc02]

CIRCUS FAMILY CHAPTER 1

Sitcom AU

Circus Family is filmed in front of a live studio audience

“Welcome one and all to the house of the Circus Family!” A Strange creature with teeth and eyes for face and human body wearing a ringleader outfit flies into the air. A wire holding him up is clearly visible. “My name is Caine! I’M THE RINGLEADER AND THE HEAD OF THE FAMILY HERE AT THIS AMAZING HOUSE OF WONDERS! And here is my sidekick Bubble!” He pulls off his hat and out of it pops a round inflatable puppet. “Oh, I can’t wait to see the fam and what crazy shenanigans they are up to.” Bubble says with excitement. “Well let’s not wait any longer” Caine replies “Theme song time!”

Music cues in

Flashes of characters being goofy and laughing together begin

“I’ll be there for youuuuuu-”

“-WAIT! That’s not the right. Whoopsie! Wrong show…” Caine exclaims in embarrassment scratching his head/gums. A laugh Track plays at the goofy mishap

New music cues in with a 90s sitcom rock theme

Gangle and Zooble and Kinger too

Ragatha, Jax and there's Kaufmo, woo-hoo

Day after, day after

Day after, day after day we fly

Past the moon and the sun and we don't know why

Suddenly as they are introducing an assortment of wacky characters a young jester looking girl timidly opens the door, seemingly lost and confused. She bumps into a tall purple rabbit that looks like a guy in a mask and stilts in some sort of costume. He falls over landing on all the others causing a bunch of crash sound effects and roar of laughter from the invisible audience.

The Rabbit looks annoyed “Caine! Is this a new main character?” Caine lights up with excitement. “My my a new member of the family. Looks like today's episode is going to be called…”

A title appears out of nowhere

“Fuller house…”

The rabbit interjects “that’s taken”

“um… I mean… er… Jester Round The Family Tree!”

“Cliché” the rabbit remarks with a snicker

“Okay, Jax! Why don’t you come up with a better name on the spot next time? I’m sure you’ll be much better at it than me!” He sounds cheerful but his words indicate sarcasm, though it’s kinda hard to tell. “Huh. Maybe I will smart guy.” Jax responds. Loud laughter coming from seemingly everywhere yet nowhere shakes the building. “that wasn’t even that funny” Jax says calling out the too easily amused audience.

The newcomer was becoming frightened and confused by her new surroundings. “what’s… going on? I turned on some old TV and fell asleep and I woke up in front of this house. How did I get here? Who are you people?” A girl in a yarn wig and a long dress with fake stitches seemingly holding her together attempted to comfort her. “It’s gonna be okay. Just relax” The new girl simply screamed profanity but to her surprise it was dubbed to a different word “ WHAT THE YUCK IS GOING ON!?!” Her face froze in shock and then gave look of confusion. “Now. Now. We don’t use that foul language in my house! This is family friendly show after all” the audience laughs again.

The fearful jester spins in all directions. “Where’s that coming from?!? who’s doing that?!!?” Without anyone answering the questions she tries to get her head straight and calm down a bit. “So… how do I go home?”

Everyone becomes uncomfortable and silent until Jax speaks up. “There is no way home. You’re stuck inside a TV show” he says with very little sympathy. “What?” She responds. And that’s when a strange marionette of parts and shapes, attached to strings hanging in the air suddenly speaks. “Come on Jax. Don’t be mean.” they move up and down by the strings as they speak, parts jiggling a bit. “But he’s right. This is your new home now.”

The jester is very afraid and uncomfortable. “I know what will make you feel better… a tour of the house!” Caine decides. He lowers down on the wire as a cranking sound is heard and grabs the newcomer by the hand to drag her around just above the ground. “Here we have the kitchen! This is where you may create delicious foods as well as delicious memories.” He moves to the backyard. “here’s the yard! There’s an outdoor pool, it’s always sunny, and if you want to engage in a hobby there’s even a garden.” He drags her back through the kitchen to the living room where she first entered and up the stairs. They were now in a long hallway with lots of doors.

“this is the hallway and these are your rooms.” She notices he seems to not be continuing. “Is that it?” she asks nervously. “Well it’s not exactly a mansion but there is an attic…. We don’t go in the attic…” he got very serious for second and a bit ominous. “But, I’m sure you won’t have any reason to go up there anyway!” He beams back into his cheerful charismatic tone. He brings her back down to the living room where no one has moved. A tiny woman with a red dress and red ribbon and white costume makeup on her face resembling an opera mask cries staring down at her broken glasses on the floor. “they broke my glasses again!”. She stands next to a man in a king outfit with a fake mustache playing chess by himself on the couch. He's wrapped up in a blanket partially over his head. He moves a chess piece before abruptly swiping everything off the board. “ugh! I lost again” The laugh Track went off.

“Now to other business, like your name” Caine said pointing to the newbie. “Ughhhhh…. Wait a minute I can’t remember my name!” The audience the gasps. It was the first time they’d done something other than laugh. “No one can remember their names when they come here but we can come up with a new one for you!” suddenly the jester notices she is behind a podium seemingly on a game show. Caine is in a fancy new getup. “Alright everyone it’s time to play…” the audience finishes the sentence “WHATS MY NAME!” the title appears in bright lights. The audience applauds and cheers. “Alright contestant! Spin the wheel!” A colorful wheel with question marks on each piece stands before her. Cautiously she gives it a spin. It spins around and around until… it lands on a blue piece. That’s when the question marks turns into letters formulating the name Pomni.

“What do you think of the name Pomni?” Pomni scratches her head. ”I guess…” she replies unsure. “Great! You know what? I think now's a good time for a life lesson!” Caine announces. Pomni suddenly realizes she’s back in the living room with everyone. “Today’s life lesson will be learned… as the new kids in school! Today you will all be going to school and learning first hand what’s like to be the newbie like Pomni and Pomni will learn that she’s not alone like she thinks” Caine winks. “Wait what?” Pomni questions after that remark. “Caine now get your bags and your notebooks and your number 2 pencils cause class is in session!” the walls around them fall like cardboard and new walls rise with new furniture growing out of the ground to create a classroom. “Have a wonderful experience!” He shouts with pride before being lifted by the wire with the cranking sound going off. Slowly he rises but disappears out of sight.

Pomni’s eye twitches as she tries to process what just happened. “What was all that?” She asks. “Oh just one of Caine’s life lessons. There just something to give us a taste of real life to keep us from…. Ugh… going insane.” The woman dressed like a doll explains. “I’m Ragatha by the way. I guess we need to go experience the first day school?” the strange Marionette scoffs. “Ugh… why school? This is yucking stupid. I’m outta here” but before they could leave a large beefy child comes over with a trash can and shoves them in, carrying them away. “Ha ha!” He laughs as he runs away. “Oh no! Zooble got bullied on their first day” Ragatha gasps with concern. “Oh too bad so sad” Jax yawns not surprised when the audience found that particularly hilarious. “sheep” he coughs under his breath earning another roar of giggles and laughter.

“I just realized Kaufmo hasn’t met Pomni yet. He wasn’t here today… that’s strange. We better go check up on him. Hey Kinger! You wanna visit Kaufmo!” Kinger is no longer on a couch but in a dunce box cowering in the corner. “Not particularly. Last time I saw kaufmo he looked kind of off. He talked about going into the attic.” Pomni had wondered about the attic. “But wait! Maybe that means the attic has some way out” Pomni argues. Pomni didn’t like the way everyone stared at her like she was crazy. “Or maybe you’re as crazy as he is!” suddenly a little boy appears with a basketball and bounces it on Jax’s head. “Ha ha!” he points before running away. “alright I’d had enough of these little brats! Let’s send Gangle and Kinger to go play hero and rescue Zooble while you, me, and Pomni go check on Kaufmo” So the team was now split. Pomni was coping the best she could while wondering about the attic. Kinger and Gangle, an interesting duo, were off to stand up to some bullies, and the rest of them were navigating the halls of lockers trying to find their way back to the rooms.

“Oh my! Questions need to be answered. Will they be able to find Kaufmo? Will Kinger and Gangle be able to rescue Zooble? Will Pomni learn a valuable life lesson? Will Jax come up with a better episode name next time? Find out next time right here on Circus Family!!!” Caine salutes you goodbye for now.

#digital circus #the amazing digital circus #the amazing digital circus pomni #jax the amazing digital circus #pomni the amazing digital circus #caine tadc #the amazing digital circus caine #tadc fanfiction #tadc caine #pomni tadc #tadc pomni #jax tadc

[notnights]

i legit love the idea of jax leaving anonymous gifts for gangle, and enjoying being on stage w/her bcs he's actually challenged and active enough to a point where he isn't feeling boredom or dread. also, there's a certain escapism in taking on the role of a character.

hmm, other ribbun scenarios? i can imagine gangle infodumping to zooble abt smth she used to watch, and jax feeling irritated by her rambling at first, but soon becoming accustomed to it and enjoying hearing her voice and opinions. perhaps he even remembers some of the shows she talks about. maybe he chimes in absentmindedly from his hiding spot and zoob n gangle are both like "u were here this whole time ??"

or what about caine using his ringmaster authority to make sure that jax is kind to gangle for a day? and now he has to do whatever gangle asks, and he's not allowed to break her mask. i wonder what she would do with that opportunity? dress him up in silly outfits? get him to pose in different ways for art references? like a mannequin doll.

i love seeing dynamics like these in moments where they have to work together for a common goal, as well. like, they get paired up together in an event and the reward is like. new crayon colours and a can of silly string/sticky hand/centipede or smth. i imagine a lot of yelling and fighting and cartoon violence shenanigans, but maybe, mayhaps, a "good job! we crushed em!" every here and there when things go well.

i also think jax trying to drag gangle away from a teaparty (hosted by ragatha ofc, no jaxes allowed) so that he can have an accomplice in ruining said teaparty for everyone would be fun. he wants to cause some chaos with his favourite victim

anyway hope u like these misc thoughts. idk im new to their dynamic :3c

1). Yeah it's a good thought! For a moment he can be someone else, someone who cares or someone who is open about being in the company of others.

2). I like to think sometimes Jax enjoys Gangle talking... but that's also why he doesn't like it. Doesn't like that something as simple as Gangle going on about something she likes makes him happy. Doesn't know why yet. Too close, too sentimental maybe. Feelings he's not ready for. So then he breaks her mask to shut her up. :(

3). I really want to imagine Jax and Gangle can get along in that way a bully and his lackey does. Bully picks on his lackey too but sometimes they get up to nonsense together and laugh at others together. Comedy!Gangle liking funny things too, which can range from something as silly as giving one ice cube to someone who asked for a couple, to seeing people get physically hurt (to the extent it happens in the DC anyways).

She won't go as far as Jax, when the going gets tough she'd start feeling guilty before Jax does, but up until then she's laughing and fooling around at Ragatha stepping on and getting slammed in the face by a misplaced rake.

Rare moments where they get along because Gangle is acting more willingly in Jax's interests. Idk if this idea has any merit with what we've seen so far. We still have no reference for Comedy!Gangle, and Jax atm really doesn't have any respect for her as an actual friend, at least when she's Tragedy!Gangle. I can only really imagine him getting along with Comedy!Gangle if she really is completely different though, and again we don't know if she is yet.

So it's an idea I haven't worked too much with despite how much I want it. I want them to be silly together. They both ave forever smiles in that aspect.

(concept for the next chapter-promo for the zooblecaine fic)

Anyways, with that said yeah something that gets them working with mutual goals is a good way to get that kind of interaction going. Awful together in a different way. Awful at each other vs Awful together at others lol.

4). Yeah I like the idea he'll drag her to help him with things too. Much to her dismay but she goes along with it, she doesn't really have a choice poor girl. Drags her around like a wet rag until he gets bored of dragging her because, what a drag!

"Wants to cause some chaos with his favorite victim," is such a good line also. I hate Jax, love to see him be awful. My poor girl Gangle deserves better.

#ask #ribbun #long post

[gloombeauty]

Look at what Ethel Cain posted on her instagram.

I've deleted everything I ever posted of Ethel Cain off my page months ago after she posted this

Then the stuff they said about Lana didn't help

Lipstick Alley is really going after Ethel right now too. The things they say isn't as cool as they think it is. 🙄

Isn't it illegal to threaten a president?

It is ILLEGAL to threaten any president of the United States.

I don't like Biden's politics, but I would never say anything like this about our president. You show respect no matter what.

Who the fuck does Ethel Cain think he is? His biological male rage always comes through every time he decides to go off online. His envy for the pussy shows loud and clear.

And I refuse to call him a "she" or "her" just because he decided to name himself "Ethel Cain" and sing creepy dark music ripping beats off Lana Del Rey, who he also openly hates.

The way this person just openly raged on biological women in the past and how fast he deletes his manifestos when he gets criticized by adult biological women. Teenagers love his shtick but adult women know a thing a two about men trying to take over women's spaces. That's why this perverse coward deleted his Tumblr page. He loves to rage on but once people criticize him, he cry's "stop attacking transwomen!!!" and hides after using the trans card.

The fact that Ethel is over here threatening the life of a sitting president, after this president literally took away the rights of biological women, to give it to transwomen. This is how Ethel Cain repays him.

Ethel Cain should be arrested and jailed. I don't see it happening though. Trans people are protected even when they threaten the lives of sitting presidents.

The White House is full of woke Democratics who are surely helping Biden (who allegedly has early onset dementia) make decisions. There is no way a man in his 80's gives this much of a shit for the trans community.

And it's funny how Ethel keeps sticking up for Palestine. I guess HE hasn't Googled what they do to Trans people over there in Gaza. Ethel wouldn't last 5 minutes standing straight in the streets of Gaza or anywhere near a Palestinian person. They kill gays, lesbians and bisexuals on a daily basis. Google the fucking videos. They are a proud bunch of motherfuckers filming all this and putting it up on Facebook and TikTok. Imagine what they do to Transwomen over there.

The usual punishment for being Trans, Gay, Bi or a Lesbian over there in Palestine is beating the person to close death in the middle of the street. Then they take the person and drag them up to the highest building in the area. Then once they reach the rooftop, they get beaten up some more before they are thrown off the roof. Once the person's body hits the ground, they throw stones at the body just to make sure they are dead. Other ways of death are beheadings, hangings and dragging the person's dead body in the back of a truck as they drive around the streets.

In case you don't believe me, here you go.

Make sure to log in and watch it on YouTube directly:

This is what Ethel Cain - Transwoman - is defending.

This is what all these stupid college kids are defending, especially the idiotic twats who go by "Queer for Palestine".

You are literally defending and sticking up for people who want you dead.

So, I truly hope Secret Service Agents find Ethel, arrest him and lock his insufferable ass up.

What Ethel said is so dangerous and illegal. I don't know how this fucking person has fans. Then again, Marilyn Manson has fans.

You can't walk around thinking you are hot shit and above the law just because you wear dresses with your balls dangling underneath. Fuck you.

If you really want to learn anything from an intelligent Transwoman, go to Blaire White's YouTube Channel. I adore Blaire. This transwoman not only speaks the truth, but she stands up for biological women on a daily basis. I have no problem calling Blaire a "she" or "her". I love her. It's hilarious watching the trans community lose their shit on Blaire, even calling her transphobic! Ha!

Buck Angel is a Transman who is also intelligent and spot on. Check him out.

There are good Trans people out there. Ethel Cain isn't it.

Also, good on LSA for sticking to their guns on this subject. Women sports and spaces is almost nonexistent at this point.

Many seem to openly support this fuckery online, while everyone else stays silent. Well, I'm not silent and neither is JK Rowling, Blaire White or LSA.

#blaire white #ethel cain #i stand with israel #i support israel #i support biological women

[theboywithburninghands]

Okay. Executive decision. Posting the first chapter of my two-parter here, because I'm loaded with caffeine and I want you guys to see what I've been up to all week. Uh it's pure Funnybunny, so sorry if you wanted some Ragatha romance stuff... Uhhhhhh also like... it's a bit long? And character driven rather than romance driven. Hope you like it anyway! Oh and I'm linking the AO3 if you'd prefer that. T/W: Mild cartoon violence, self hatred, a sex joke

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55822147/chapters/141729268

Like Rhinestones, Falling From the Sky (Part 1)

he grounds of the Digital Circus had two states. Daytime and sunny, nighttime and clear. It was a constant that no one bothered to disturb. Caine could grant a lot of requests around the circus, but rarely in any way the asker might want. Ask for a few wildflowers to add some color on the grounds? Congratulations, now there was an entire field of flowers, flowers that smelled like cheap, nose-tickling perfume and grew so thick and snared that it was impossible to walk around outside. Ask for a cool, dim day because you wanted a nap? Hey presto, now the entire circus was engulfed in an impenetrable fog that made Silent Hill look like the Aouzou Strip. The performers all followed the same motto when it came to the weather:

If it’s already broken, don’t break it any more. 

Due to this motto being in place, it was a complete mystery as to why all the performers were shaken awake early one morning by a skull-rattling crash of thunder. 

Kinger was the first out of his room, bursting through his door with a melodramatic wail.

“They’ve finally arrived! The harvest has commenced! They want ALL of our garmonbozia!!!”

Zooble was out of their room next, screwing their head back on their torso and limping over to the eldest performer.

“Relax! Chill the f#%@ out, old timer, it’s just thunder.” they snapped, still not quite awake. 

As if on cue, another rapturous tremor of thunder tore through the air, Ragatha emerging from her room and staring worriedly at the ceiling before joining the group.

“Are you guys okay? That’s some crazy weather we’re-“

Ragatha let out an “eep!” as Kinger seized her by the front of the dress.

“Ragatha! We’re under attack! What’s Morse code for SOS?!”

Ragatha gently took hold of Kinger’s wrists and guided them off of her dress. She smiled and her voice took on a warm, fuzzy tone. 

“Hey… no one is attacking us, Kinger. It’s probably been ages since you’ve heard a thunderstorm, hasn’t it? There’s nothing to be afraid of.” she cooed.

“Unless that’s what they want you to think.” came a slippery voice from behind her. Jax leaned against the wall, one foot flat against it. He sported a tired but nonetheless smug grin. 

“Jax, quit it. Can’t you see he’s scared?” Ragatha chided, but Jax continued as if she hadn’t spoken, walking right up to Kinger. 

“Who knows, maybe they’re after your bug collection, Kinger, or- OW!”

Zooble silenced Jax with a single, well aimed punch to the cheek. 

“Can you shut up? It’s too early for your schoolyard bull#%&$.” Zooble drawled. 

Jax massaged his cheek and gave a petulant “Jeez…” under his breath. Pomni was out of her room next, stirred from sleep like the rest of them. Her black eyelids hung over her eyes like an eclipse, and she dragged her body over to the others as if it had weights tied to it. 

“Hey, morning, Sunshine!” Jax smirked, a hand still on the cheek Zooble punched.

“Go #%&$ yourself…” Pomni mumbled, staring off into the void. 

“YEESH, everyone is crabby this morning. I can’t even say hello withou-“

KRK-BOOOOOOOMMMM!

A peal of thunder like a boulder tumbling into a dump truck shook the air again, everyone instinctively covering their ears (or where their ears should have been.)

“Okay, we should see what’s going on! Maybe it’s part of a new adventure..?” Ragatha proposed as soon as the rumbling subsided. 

“Wait! Where’s Gangle?!” Kinger cried.

There was a soft click as the door to Gangle’s room was opened just a crack, the ribbon girl peering just one eye out and trembling like a leaf. 

“What’s happening…?” she mewled. 

Zooble pressed their foot on top of Jax’s to keep him from speaking up. 

“It’s just a storm, Gangle… We’re gonna go see what’s going on. You wanna come with?” Ragatha smiled and approached Gangle’s door, offering a hand. Gangle gulped and took Ragatha’s hand with one of her ribbons.

“Okay…” she whimpered. 

Jax made a “gag me” motion but remained quiet. 

The six performers headed out into the main room, nearly tumbling onto the chessboard floor from another apocalyptic boom of thunder.

“Does this sort of thing ever happen out of nowhere..?!” Pomni shouted, her crabbiness from lack of sleep bubbling over.

“Didn’t you hear Caine when you first got here? ‘THE AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS IS A PLACE WHERE ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN!’ Chaos is sorta par for the course.” Jax replied. His impression of Caine was actually pretty good, and might have made Pomni smirk a bit if she wasn’t so irritable. 

“Jax is right,” Ragatha chimed in from further ahead. “Around here you have to expect the unexpected, and prepare for what isn’t there.” 

“Yeah, but the way I said it wasn’t stupid.” Jax replied. 

The six of them reached the tent’s exit. It was zipped closed, but quavered feverishly. A small pool of rainwater oozed through the bottom of the flap, occasionally lit bright pearly blue by unseen flashes of lightning from outside. 

“Okay, so it’s definitely storming. Now we know.” Jax drawled, crossing his arms. 

“See Kinger? No one is coming, it’s just bad we-“

Another tremendous crash of thunder interrupted Ragatha, and a half-second later, all of the lights in the tent sputtered and died. The only light left was the heavily censored sunlight from outside filtering under the tent flap. 

“I f#%&$ng hate it here…” Zooble sighed. 

“Okay, no one wander off. Let’s all stick together and find our way back to our rooms…” Ragatha began.

Gangle jolted with a yelp. “Someone grabbed me!”

“Jax!” Zooble growled.

“It wasn’t me! I’m all the way back here, Hodge-Podge!” Jax retorted from the darkness. 

“It was me, Gangle! I grabbed your hand…” Ragatha interjected. “I’m sorry, I thought you would need a hand to hold.”

“Tha-That’s not my hand-”

The performers squinted as a corona of light bloomed in the middle of the room. From the center of the ring, Bubble appeared, glowing with an iridescent, rainbow colored light.

“And God said, let there be LIGHT!” he announced, his squeaky voice echoing throughout the tent.

“DON’T BE RIDICULOUS BUBBLE! IF ANYONE’S GOD AROUND HERE, IT’S YOURS TRULY!” Caine floated down from on high, emitting his own faint light, just enough so he could be seen clearly against the backdrop of darkness. 

“There is no God here…” Zooble muttered.

“Amen.” added Pomni.

“SO MY LITTLE SUPERSTARS! IT SEEMS YOU’VE ALL BEEN MADE AWARE OF OUR INCLEMENT WEATHER!” Caine unzipped the tent entrance. The sky was charcoal black and arcing with threads of lightning. Rain slashed across the grounds in great sweeps and the howling wind eagerly pushed its way into the tent, bringing in a spray of raindrops that doused the six performers, who covered their faces and demanded Caine close the tent again, which he thankfully did after just a few seconds.

“BUT NOT TO WORRY! WHILE I FIX THIS BROUHAHA, YOU ALL-”

He paused for another crash of thunder. 

“-YOU ALL WILL BE ENJOYING AN ADVENTURE!” 

“La dee da.” Jax drawled.

“SO, PLEASE ENJOY YOUR TIME IIIIN-”

Caine snapped his fingers. There was a moment or two of silence before Caine looked down at his fingers and snapped once again. Then again. 

“Huh. That was supposed to open a portal.” Caine said sheepishly. 

“Did you try turning it off and on again?” Bubble asked, squinting one eye.

“Havin’ issues there, Caine? It’s alright, it happens to guys your age.” Jax said with a grin. Pomni felt the corners of her mouth raise, despite herself. 

“I DON’T APPRECIATE YOUR INNUENDO, JAX!” Caine declared, brandishing his cane with a trembling hand. He tried a few more futile finger snaps. 

“So, we’re stuck here..?” Gangle asked, wringing her ribbons together. “In the dark..?”

There was an ill-timed crash of thunder that made her jump and squeak a little too loudly. She covered up her mask as bright pink blush marks formed under her eyes.

“Yeah, I’m with Ribbons, Caine,” Jax said, jabbing a thumb at Gangle. “Everybody knows monsters like the dark since it’s easier to hide.”

“Okay, cut the Twilight Zone bull$#!%.” Zooble scoffed.

“As someone who’s actually seen The Twilight Zone,” Ragatha piped up. “The quote is ‘There’s nothing in the dark that wasn’t there when the lights were on.’ So we’re fine, Gangle. It’s just us.” 

“Nerd.” Jax replied.

In the midst of this whole exchange, Caine had snapped his fingers a good two dozen times before clapping his hands to his face/teeth and bellowing in frustration. 

“Excusemeforjustonesecond!” he spat before disappearing in a flash of light and some confetti. Bubble looked around, barely managing a “Bye-!” before popping, dousing the light and plunging the room back into darkness.

There was a moment or two of silence before another peal of thunder shook the tent. Gangle let out a quiet, uneasy groan as everyone tried to get their bearings in an almost total absence of light. 

“I’m going back to bed.” Zooble announced flatly. The only indication that they were leaving was the sound of careful footsteps receding into the black.

“Wait, can you find your way there?” Pomni asked. 

“I’ll figure it out.” Zooble replied, nothing but a voice from the darkness. Pomni listened to their receding footsteps before she began to pace back and forth. 

“I can’t believe it, he just left us here. Not even a flashlight! Isn’t this place supposed to be magic?! How does the power even go out?!”

“It is the first time I’ve ever seen this happen since I’ve been here…” Ragatha admitted. “What about you, Kinger? You ever seen anything like this?”

“Right now I don’t see much of anything…” Kinger replied matter-of-factly. 

Another roar of thunder, Gangle making an unhappy noise and clinging to Ragatha. Since it was dark, Jax couldn’t see, and thus couldn’t tease her for it. Ragatha patted her on the mask. 

“I don’t want to go off by myself… What if something happens?” she whimpered.

“Come on, Crybaby, you’re not seriously worried about monsters, are ya?” Jax drawled. 

“You’re the one that put the thought into her head, Jax.” Pomni replied. 

“I was joking .” Jax snarked, as if it was the most obvious fact since “water happened to be a little damp.”

“Jokes are supposed to be funny.”

“Yeah?” Jax’s tone darkened. “Well unfortunately, Clownface , the funny guy-”

They were interrupted by a dry, metallic scratch and a spark of orange light. Kinger held a silver lighter in his hand, which supported a tiny yellow-orange flame. 

“…That’s my lighter.” Jax said after a moment. “Where did you get my lighter?!”

“Wait, Jax, why do you have a lighter at all?” Ragatha interjected. 

“None of your business. You need to stay outta my stuff, Hoo-Hah.” Jax took a few steps towards Kinger. 

“I only found it.” Kinger said, taking an equal number of steps back.

“Bull. I don’t leave my stuff layin’ around. Hand it over.” Jax stuck a gloved hand out. 

Kinger looked down at the lighter, then to Jax, who put his hand forward more insistently. Kinger snapped the lighter closed, smothering the fire and disappearing into darkness. 

“Hey! Where’d you go?!” 

“Kinger, wait! We need the light! Don’t go!” Gangle begged. 

There was a grunt and a crash somewhere in the dark, the thunder replying in kind. Another dry, metallic scratch and Kinger reappeared, illuminated orange and standing over by Gangle and Ragatha. 

“What was that?!” he cried, stiffly holding the flame out in front of him. 

“It was me, you moron!” Jax’s irritated voice called out from somewhere in the void. “I couldn't see my hand in front of my face! Now hand over my lighter before I-”

Kinger yelped and snapped the lighter closed again.

“Both of you, stop it!” Pomni shouted. “Jax, I don’t give a $#!% if it’s yours or not, it’s all we’ve got for light right now, so quit acting like a p&!€# for two god&@#% seconds! Kinger!” 

They heard the jester take a breath and soften her voice. 

“Kinger. We need the lighter to see. Can you please turn it back on so we can at least get back to our rooms?”

There was a pause, another rumble of thunder, and at last, a metallic flick as the lighter sparked again. Kinger’s hands shook. 

“Thank you…” Pomni said with a weary smile. “Lead the way, if you don’t mind.”

The five performers made their way towards backstage, slowly and methodically in the cavernous tent. They passed an overturned pile of brightly colored shapes, Jax delivering a well aimed punt to a mint-colored cylinder, which sailed off into the darkness and landed out of sight with a drumroll of thuds. 

“Was that the thing you tripped over?” Ragatha asked, her smile audible in her voice. 

“Felt like kickin’ something.” Jax replied tartly. 

After a few minutes of careful maneuvering amidst peals of thunder, the five of them made it to the corridor backstage.

“Well… what do we do now..?” Pomni asked.

“Do we have to do anything?” Jax replied.

“Well… not really. But I think it might be fun to have a slumber party!” Ragatha said brightly. 

“No offense, Ragatha, but I don’t know if any of us are really in a party mood…” Pomni said, rubbing her left arm with her right hand. 

“No, no, it doesn’t have to be an actual party. We can all just hang around in my room! I’ve got some candles we can light so we can see, and I’ll teach you guys how to make a blanket fort-” 

“You have candles?” Pomni interrupted. “Oh, that’s really good news… Now we don’t have to sit around in the dark. How many do you have, Ragatha?”

“Oh gosh, um…” Ragatha rubbed her chin with her hand. “30? No, 40!” 

There was a period of silence. Kinger held the lighter out so she was illuminated. 

“What?” Ragatha asked, putting her hands on her hips defensively. “I need to de-stress every once in a while too, y’know!” 

“If the tent ever burns down, we know who to blame.” Jax quipped. 

“Oh stop it!” Ragatha flapped her hand dismissively.

“Can… we have a few? Just to have a little bit of light around here…” Pomni asked, touching the tips of her fingers together. 

“Yeah! Absolutely, come on!” Ragatha led her fellow performers to her room, unlocking the door with a bit of flourish and motioning them inside. “After you!” 

The four of them entered her room, Kinger leading the way with the lighter. Ragatha’s bedroom was… on brand. In the dim light, they could make out some plastic furniture that would have been right at home in a dollhouse. A pink, squat tea table surrounded by some plush and frilly cushions. The table came complete with an old fashioned white China teapot and cups, a glazed pink and yellow flower painted on the side of the pot, and the rims of both the cups and pot were lined with gold leaf (or at least a serviceable imitation of it). In the opposite corner, a CRT television sat within a yellow floral patterned hutch, and a game console was hooked up to it. Her bed sat neatly made on the far end of the room, a canopy like Pomni’s, although striped with magenta and cotton-candy pink rather than red and blue. At the food of the bed sat at least a dozen stuffed animals, a teddy bear, a camel, a tiger, and more, all in a neat pile. While they should have looked cute and inviting in the light, in the near dark, they looked uncanny. Their shoebutton eyes caught the flame’s reflection in such a way that made them look insectoid, and their vacant, pleasant expressions staring off into nothing gave off the impression of someone who had lost their mind gazing into the abyss. 

Ragatha hurried over to the hutch, opening a drawer and taking out a brand new white candle. 

“Here’s my stash,” she chuckled, rummaging around in the drawer a bit more. “I have a couple that are scented too. Do you guys like… apple cinnamon or toasted marshmallow more? I’m more of a sandalwood gal myself…”

Jax made a noise of disgust. Kinger stared intently at a stuffed elephant, as if waiting for it to blink. 

“Nanny cam…?” he whispered to himself. 

There was a crash of thunder and everyone jolted. Gangle covered the top of her mask with her ribbons and Kinger fumbled with the lighter, managing to keep hold of it. 

“Good thing you have that, Jax. I just ran out of matches…” Ragatha sighed, setting up a neat cluster of candles 

“Okay, um, I think we should use a couple to light the hallway, if it’s okay with you…at least until Caine fixes things.” Pomni said. “Um, and if I could borrow one or two for my room-”

“Me too please.” Gangle chimed in, raising a ribbon. 

“I need to get my camping stove…” Kinger muttered, still engaged in a stare-off with Ragatha’s stuffed elephant. 

“K-Kinger, you have a camping stove?” Pomni asked. 

“The h@!! do you need one of those for?” Jax also asked, crouching beside Kinger to see what was so interesting about that and stuffed animal. 

“…In case the power goes out.” Kinger replied after a moment.

“This is the first time the power has ever gone out…” Ragatha admitted, but she smiled anyway. “I’m glad you’ve been thinking ahead though.”

Ragatha then gasped. “Oh! We can make tea! I have the best recipe I need to show you guys! It’s perfect for a day like today!”

“I’d like some tea. Something warm to drink would really hit the spot.” Pomni said with a faint smile. Gangle also nodded. 

“Hey, I got a suggestion too.” Jax called, raising a finger. 

In one swoosh, Jax snatched the lighter out of Kinger’s hands, closing it with a clink and extinguishing their one source of light. 

“Jax, hey! I can’t see!” complained Ragatha.

“My lighter, my rules. I’m heading back to my room.” he said.

“What…? Jax, you’re kidding. We need the lighter for just a little longer, then it’s all yours.” Ragatha insisted. 

“It’s already all mine. You stole it. So now I’m keeping it.” Jax replied from somewhere in the dark. 

“Jax, come on!” Pomni shouted. “Everyone could have light again if you would just-”

“Everyone will have light again when Caine gets the electricity working. Just be patient.” 

“But… But Jax…” Gangle began, her voice quavering. “I’m… I’m scared of the dark, please just let us light a few candles…”

“Nope. Your eyes should adjust soon enough.”

The sound of Jax’s retreating footsteps and the open and shut of the door were muffled by another churning rumble of thunder. Ragatha sighed from her place in the dark. 

“Well, don’t worry everyone. We can have a slumber party even in the dark. It’ll take a bit more time to set up and we can’t do as much, but-”

Everyone jumped at a sudden angry yell and thunk. Pomni punched the wall, then felt her way towards the door, throwing it open and stomping out into the hallway. 

“Pomni’s very angry.” Kinger said in a hushed voice. Ragatha set her candles down on the hutch, a few of them rolling off and clattering to the floor as she carefully made her way to her door in almost complete darkness.

“Pomni? Pomni, where are you going?” she called out into the hall. 

It wasn’t too difficult for Pomni to find Jax’s door feeling around in the dark, it was right across from her room, after all. Her right hand aching from punching the wall, she banged on his door with her left. 

“JAX! GET OUT HERE!” she bellowed. 

“Pomni, hey, it’s okay-!” Ragatha insisted, alarmed at the newest member’s sudden explosion of rage. 

“NO! No, it’s not okay! I’m sick to death of him acting like this! It ends right the #%@& now, you hear me?!”

Pomni shouted all this as she feverishly twisted the handle of Jax’s locked door. After several mighty turns, she scoffed and took a few steps back. 

“You wanna hide like a coward? Fine!” 

“What’s going on?!” Zooble’s voice shouted. They had poked their head into the hallway after hearing the racket outside. 

Pomni took another couple steps back until she was almost touching the opposite wall, then ran forward, barging Jax’s door with her shoulder. Thunder roared. 

“Pomni!” Ragatha cried, her voice cracking. “Pomni, what are you doing?! Are you okay?!”

Pomni took the same number of steps backwards and ran forward, smashing into the door again, eliciting a splintery crunch from the jamb. She backed up once again, both her right shoulder and right knuckle ached now, but she barely felt it. Truth be told she couldn’t pinpoint just one reason why Jax’s behavior had enraged her so badly. She was angry from lack of sleep, she was angry that Jax was being such a selfish bully for no reason, she was angry that he had the capacity for kindness and yet chose to act like this- 

Her rage burned blue-hot as she charged at the door, bracing her shoulder for impact. The impact never came. She sailed right past the point where she should have met hard wood, stumbling forward into a boneless somersault. She tumbled over herself and ended up in a sitting position. 

Jax’s room had incredibly faint daylight filtering in from his window. The sky was still the color of a dusty tire, mostly black with flecks of lights. Flashbulbs of lightning popped from within swollen thunderheads. 

Pomni heard the door shut behind her. In the faint light, she saw Jax turn the lock on his door before turning to look at her, arms crossed.

“You almost broke my door, newbie.” he said with almost parental condescension. 

Pomni didn’t say anything in return, only glaring. Anger prickled down her back. Thunder boomed. 

“You know what? Take it.” Jax took the lighter out of his pocket. It shined in the stormlight. “If you’re gonna throw such a hissy fit about something so tiny, you might as well have it so you don’t embarrass yourself more than you already have. Go on. I don’t want it anymore.” 

Jax held his hand out, the lighter on his palm. Pomni reared back and slapped his hand away, the lighter bouncing off the wall with a weighty thud, doing a few midair loops and finally skittering to a stop a few feet behind her.

“What the h@&&?! I gave you what-”

“SHUT UP!!!”

Pomni barked this order with such ferocity that Jax immediately fell silent. It seemed to have shocked the jester herself, as she took a moment to find her voice afterwards. 

“…Why? Why did you do that?” was all she managed to get out.

“I don’t like people touching my stuff.” came Jax’s reply. Despite his shock at being yelled at, he managed to keep his tone cool and even. There was a millisecond flash of lightning. Thunder rumbled.

“Not that. Just… why do you always..? I know you’re capable of being kind. I’ve seen it firsthand. They don’t do anything to you, Jax! So why do you just keep picking at everyone?”

“Because they let me.” 

Pomni felt her anger froth to the surface again. 

“Oh. OH. That makes perfect sense! So you’re cruel because you can be! Nice to know you’re just a sadist then! Ha! That saves me a lot of time, then! We’re through. Get outta my way.”

Pomni snatched the lighter off the ground and pushed past Jax.

“…I’m not a sadist.” he said without turning around. 

“You just said you’re cruel to people for fun. That’s the definition of a sadist!” Pomni unlocked the door to his room and placed her hand on the knob. 

“It’s not for fun.”

Her hand slid off the knob. There was a rolling growl of thunder. 

“So what is it then?!” Pomni turned back to Jax, walking up to him and poking him in the chest. “You keep changing your story! First it was ‘I want them to hate me instead of their situation,’ now it’s ‘I do it because I can.’ So what is it? Tell. Me. The. TRUTH.”

“You want the truth, huh?” Jax said. Half of his face was silhouetted in shadow, his tone steeped in frosty ire. 

“YES. Or you can forget about us. About all of this. It’ll be like we never met.” Pomni asserted. 

“FINE.” Jax hissed. He turned to the window, looking out on the maelstrom of clouds and wind and rain. Another blinding flash of lightning and grumble of thunder.

 “I… I hate myself.” 

For a good 10 seconds, the only sounds were that of the rain on the digital grass and the wind buffeting Jax’s window. 

“S-S-Say again?” Pomni finally asked.

“I hate myself.” Jax repeated, not taking his gaze off the storm. His affect was neutral, but his eyes were distant.

“You… hate yourself?” Pomni echoed. 

“Yeah.” 

The jester chewed on one of her gloves. A flicker of lightning and a softer, yet prolonged burble of thunder rolled across the grounds. She removed her glove from her teeth.

“How do I know that’s not a lie too?” she asked, looking intently at the floor. 

“It’s not.” Jax immediately replied. “I guess, just, believe me.”

Pomni continued chewing on one of her gloves. She jumped a little at an especially loud crack of thunder, but otherwise remained rooted to the spot. An excruciating minute passed.

“…Okay. You hate yourself.” Pomni finally conceded, throwing her arms out and letting her hands slap against her hips. “So?”

This query got Jax to turn towards Pomni. The icy glare on his face could have shriveled flowers. “The £@€# do you mean, ‘so?’” 

“Exactly what it sounds like.” Pomni shot back.

“So? You hate yourself so you treat everyone but me sometimes like trash?! What kind of excuse is that?”

The corner of Jax’s mouth twitched. She had prodded a nerve with that one. He turned back to the window, looking out on the storm-swept grounds. 

“Get outta my room.” he ordered.

“No.” Pomni said with a humorless laugh. “You seriously think I’m gonna go ‘Oh you poor baby, I didn’t know; all is forgiven?’ just because you said you hate yourself? It doesn’t work like that! I hate myself too and I don’t act a FIFTH as awful as you do!”

“What do you mean, you hate yourself..?” Jax demanded quietly. 

Pomni took a deep breath. Well, he had been honest with her. She waited for the latest boom of thunder to quiet down before continuing. 

“I don’t remember everything about outside… but I remember that before I came here I… I was alone. I never went out drinking or dancing; I had no one to go with. Hadn’t kept in touch with my college friends and didn’t associate with anyone at work. How could I? I never had anything to talk to my coworkers about, I never reacted right to anyone’s jokes, I only went to team building exercises if they were mandatory… But it wasn’t like they didn’t try! I got invited to dinner or to birthday parties, and I always said no, I was busy. You wanna know what I was doing?”

“Pomni-” Jax began 

“No! Ask me what I was doing!” 

Jax didn’t reply. Pomni finally shrugged after a moment and answered her own question with a phony smile.

“Nothing. £@€# all. I was doing sudoku, or watching a movie I had already seen, or scrolling on my phone in bed. And I hated myself for it! I would cry into my pillow, I was so lonely! I would tell myself how stupid, stupid, STUPID I was, and how I was an idiot who didn’t deserve friends! I had every opportunity to get out of the hole I dug for myself, and I didn’t, because I was scared they would hate me even more than I thought they already did.”

Pomni felt her anger rise once again.

“Uh huh. But guess what? I never picked on anyone. I never made anyone else feel worse! I hurt so badly some days I wanted to DIE and I still tried my best to smile and treat everyone around me like a PERSON! You hate yourself? SO F#%&ING WHAT?! That doesn’t give you the right to make everything around you worse!” 

Pomni panted, doubling over to catch her breath. She braced herself for some sort of projectile Jax might throw at her. Instead, he only stared at her before turning back to the window. Thunder rumbled. 

“I’m… sorry you hate yourself. Really. It’s the worst feeling. But it’d be so much better if you just… didn’t hurt people. Let them in and helped you heal. It’s what I needed, and now that I have friends…”

Pomni stopped herself. She stared down at the floor again. She hated eye contact already, eye contact after an argument was like staring at the sun.

“So… why do you hate yourself?” Pomni asked after some more silence. 

“What does it matter?” Jax replied. 

Pomni scoffed. “Don’t give me that. Has it occurred to you that I actually care about you? If I didn’t, why would I even be asking? Why would I have kissed you after you made me salmon a few nights ago? I like you, Jax. But you can be a real p&!@% sometimes, and that isn’t okay, even if your pain is real. Why do you hate yourself?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” Jax said firmly. 

Pomni let out a protracted sigh, chewing on the finger of one of her gloves and looking down at the floor one last time before looking back up at Jax. He was looking out at the storm.

“Okay. Thanks for at least giving me a real answer. I’ll bring your lighter back in a bit.”

Pomni headed for the door once again. She felt a hand touch her shoulder and she practically jumped out of her skin with a sharp gasp. She whirled around and took a few steps back, Jax pulling his hand back in shock. 

“W-What?! Don’t… don’t touch me!” she snapped reflexively. 

“…I’m…” Jax began. 

Pomni crossed her arms and waited, looking everywhere but in Jax’s face. 

“…I’m…” he tried again. “I’m not being… I’m not just being difficult. I don’t remember.”

Pomni quirked an eyebrow. “Don’t remember what?” 

“Why. I don’t remember why I hate myself. It’s just gone. Poof, right along with my name.”

Pomni licked her lips. She was thirsty from all the shouting. 

“You’re… being serious right now? You aren’t just trying to weasel your way-”

“No. No, I’m- I’m totally serious.” 

Pomni managed to look into his eyes for a moment. They were big, but his pupils were tiny despite the extremely low light. Just the way he’d looked after she had seen him have a nightmare. Scared. 

“…That’s horrible.” Pomni said, looking away after she began to feel itchy. “I… can’t imagine how horrible it must be to hurt and not know why… like a pain in a phantom limb.” 

Jax didn’t say anything, looking back out at the window. Lightning flashed, a bright pink-white splinter across the clouds, and there was a tremulous rumble of thunder that followed. 

“But… you shouldn’t take it out on people. Even if it makes the pain stop. There are other things you can do…” Pomni added. “And… And I’m willing to listen to you whenever you’re hurting. Even if I’m hurting too.” 

Jax looked back at the jester, who immediately stared down at the floor. 

“Why? You barely know me. You said it was so hard to make friends back in the real world. What makes me so special?”

Pomni swallowed. She really needed something to drink. 

“I know. That it’s bizarre for me to like you when I’ve always had such a hard time. But… I want to help you anyway. Isn’t that weird?”

She managed a smile and to look him in the eyes again. Jax gave a short “heh…” and looked away this time. 

“Thanks, Pompom.” he said.

“Anytime, Bunny-Boy.” 

The two of them shared an awkward chuckle. Pomni cleared her throat.

“Um… do you want to come with me? I’m gonna go have tea with Ragatha and the others…”

“I think I’m okay…” Jax replied. 

“Jax, come on. It’ll be fun… Please?” 

Pomni offered a hand. 

“Alright, alright. But only ‘cause you said please.”

Jax took the jester’s hand, Pomni sparking the lighter and leading the way back to Ragatha’s bedroom.

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Chapter 7 - Listen to her gut

The Highwayman Series | Chapter 6 | Chapter 8

You’d woken Friday morning sore and still a little blissed out, allowing yourself a moment to adjust before you slipped out of the covers and headed to the vanity adjacent to your door, it was worn but the mirror still worked. Belonged to your mother. So in your eyes, it was a timepiece rather than a junk piece, you’d kept it the same since you were a girl. You lived honestly with little to nothing anyway, especially since she’d died. If she was to come back to life and walk back into your room nothing would’ve changed, except of course, the Stetson on your bedpost.

Your lips were a little swollen, and bruises riddled your neck - you couldn’t help but wonder what Jake looked like this morning. If he mirrored last night also, but you didn’t really have to wonder. He was stood on his own balcony; smoking a cigarette while he watched the world wake up.

You peel back the curtains, dusting off any sand that had collected overnight and by the time you’d looked over at him, he was already staring back at you. “Morning darlin” he smiled, genuinely “good morning Jakey” you replied, leaning against the barrier “and how are ya on this mighty fine day?” He asked, cocking his head “I’m sore but feelin’ real good” you replied and he hummed “an’ why might tha’ be?” He asked and you rolled your eyes “ya know damn well why, cowboy” he smirked, flicking his cigarette into the dirt road below.

The distant clatter of a horse’s hooves draws your attention away from the man across from you, seeing the dark; mangled main of a trotting mare heading along the path westwards, towards Miramar, a lone rider sat atop of it: head bowed and pace, unwavering. He came to a stop at the edge of Hondo’s store, hopping off his horse and dragging her reigns along with him. He attracted stares as he strolled through town, as though he owned the place. You eyed him wearily, pivoting on your heel to head to wake your father prematurely. “daddy?” you knock on his door, “mm?” a croaked out grown emits from inside, suggesting that he was only just lulled from his sleep by your voice. “there’s a visitor. Don’t recognise him or his horse.” You say “may just be passin’ though, darl” he says “I don’t have a good feelin’ ‘bout him dad” you say warningly, and his door opens. Your mother had been the same. She had a feeling about people, a hunch. Often times, her gut was right and in his many but shortly-lived years he’d spent loving her, he'd learnt to trust your gut too, so he was smart enough to listen. He puts a hand on your shoulder “listen, I want you to get dressed, wait by the door and when I go to speak to him, ya head over to Mav’s, ya hear me?” He asked and you nodded in agreement, heading to go put some clothes on before you hopped down the stairs. Your father followed in tow soon after, opening the door and ushering you across the road to the saloon, Penny downstairs cleaning some glasses. “Y’good hun?” she asked and you shook your head.

“theres a visiter, pen. Aint got a good feelin’ bout him” you told her, and she may have not been in Miramar as long as the rest of the inhabitants, but she was well aware of the 'witchly' powers of the Simpson women, and no one was in their right mind to doubt you. “You head upstairs, hangman’s in the room straight to the left. I want you out of these streets while your daddy sees to him.” You weren’t one to disobey, neither; especially Penny. So you ascend the stairs and go straight to jake’s room. He turns to see who’d entered and smiles widely when he sees you, but your expression was enough to deter his grin. “woah, wassup princess?” he asks as he pulls you into his arms.

“I think Cain’s back.”

Chapter 6 | Chapter 8

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Introduction

Welcome to Ask R. I. S. E! A mini interactive project with lore (If it goes well) where YOU interview these weirdos! You can ask them any sort of question, as long as you follow the rules!

The Story

R. I. S. E is a team of scientists who are searching for the key to immortality, and their latest experiment has proven to be an immense success! So now they've opened doors for interviews to spread the word of their success. Just remember, if you're not careful, you might come out with some missing parts!

The Characters

Eva

The leader of the investigation and co-founder of R. I. S. E, saying Eva is eccentric is downplaying it very hard. They do not seem to know what things like “Professionalism”, “Common decency” or “Personal Space” are, which may make it seem like they're an ill fit for leading such an organization, but don't be fooled. She's extremely smart and quick witted, and has proven to be an extraordinary leader and scientist.

Her projects and actions speak for themselves, which is good, because if she were to speak for them, they wouldn't have gotten any funding… Or anything in general

Lucifer

He is the Co-founder of R.I.S.E and in charge of the business side of the organization. With an elegant and educated demeanor, a silver tongue and sly smile, he makes his way around the business world with ease.

His honey-like words will have you lulled into a sense of security and confidentiality in a second. He'll carefully trace the path your mind will follow, and once you realize it, it will be too late and you'll see you're supporting a group of truly dangerous and deranged people.

But hey, you'll get a wink from him as he leaves to deal with it!

Maria Magdalena

The head of the genetics part of the research, Magdalena is an extremely shut in woman. She seems to be in her own world most of the time, talking to herself and rarely paying attention to what is happening in front of her. 

However, even if her constant resting bitch face tells you otherwise, she ADORES her job and her hobbies, and if you even mention something related to her interest, you'll be ready for a long, intensive, and almost violent rant that will leave your ears ringing. 

She'll then retrieve back into her shell, as all her social battery was used up, but hey, she works hard!

Abel

Age: 25

Gender: Cis Girl (She/Her)

Likes: Horror movies and books, sculpting, dressing up

Dislikes: Vegetables, doing nothing for too long

Abel, the anatomist of the research, is a young cheerful woman who loves her job more than anything else. She's always seen with a big smile (And I mean always) and a passion and enthusiasm to match that comes from a genuine love and interest in the human form, and her job.

She loves it so much in fact that it's weird to not see her in her work clothes! And yeah that is blood! Very fresh as you can tell from the vibrancy of it!

Does this scare off some investors? Sometimes, but she's one of R. I. S. E's best workers, so they don't stop her.

Cain

Age: 26

Gender: Agender (He/She/They)

Likes: Making music, cybergoth music, kids

Dislikes: People, attention, Abel

Cain is a robotics engineer whose knowledge on the field and pure work ethic (she never stops working) landed her on R. I. S. E extremely quickly, climbing up until he became one of the head researchers. 

You wouldn't know this by his attitude though. 

Cain always seems tired. They speak in a monotone yet somehow very annoyed voice, eats, showers and sleeps in hir lab and is rarely, if ever, seen smiling. He never seems enthusiastic about anything, and has to be dragged to do everything except her job. Thankfully, she has somewhat of a social life in there. Just not with humans

Teodoro

Age: 12

Gender: Cis Boy (He/Him)

Likes: Drawing, nature, video games

Dislikes: Heat, tight clothes, strong smells

Teodoro is R. I. S. E's first and only successful attempt at creating an immortal human by transporting his consciousness to a robotic vessel, tailored to look exactly like his original one, granting him with a never deteriorating body and immortality. However, the process was not perfect, as he lost all his memories, and has to be raised as a human yet again by the organization, whom have kept him to further their experiments and researches.

Apart from that he's a pretty normal 12 year old boy. A bit reserved maybe, always choosing to stay alone and listen to music. He doesn't reject social situations, but there's not many to be had in a lab where you are the subject. He tends to have trouble expressing or understanding emotions, but is trying his best to learn.

Rules

- No NSFW stuff

- You can send as many questions as you'd like, just try to not send more than 3 per ask

- Please specify for who the question is, even if it's for everyone/anyone

- You can rp your characters and make them ask mine questions ^~^

- It's my first time doing something like this so... Beware

About.... Me?

- My name is Lux (He/Him) from @shinandlux

- This is an oc... Project (?) to get better at writing and drawing my characters and preparing for a game I'm planning on making

- Again, first time doing this! So any help and/or pointing out errors would be very appreciated! I'm trying mostly to just have fun here, but I still wanna do it right

Anyways, that's kinda it! Hope you have fun! :)

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TADC AU time!

Since everyone's doing it thought I might make a TADC AU!!!

It's about Mire, (Not me the character) Faltor, Filorin, Falia, and Sninlia! The original characters are included too though!

Mire: Their head is an animated scribble that you can ever so slightly see the shape of an eye something. They wears a light-ish pink hoodie and black jeans, with one purple and one blue sneaker. However, when they are depressed, they wear a black and red striped over-sized sweater, with black runner sweatpants, and simple black and red sneakers with skull designs on them. They have the ability to basically transform their arms into tentacles to reach stuff. However, their entire body is actually made of one really long line thus they can only stretch so far. They can also store things in their stomach like it's a void of holding. Because of this, Jax likes to randomly shove stuff into Mire. They play the guitar and have anger issues. (Hint VERY gay)

Faltor: His head is a 2nd grader's impression of the sun. A yellow circle with yellow spikes. Yep. He has one eye placed vertically in the center of the sun shape. His iris is blue, but his pupil only shows when he's mad. Also when he is mad, all his visible outlines get fuzzy and static like. He wears the same demeanor of clothes as Caine just with different colors. Black button-down shirt with a white suit vest over it. The vest has a blue lining and little light blue clouds on it. He wears a blue ribbon around his neck, tied in a loose bow. (Although I should note that the sun shape floats a few inches above the neck.) He has white pants, and black fancy click-clack shoes. (Idk what they're called XD) He eats and drinks by just dumping the said food/drink in his neck. Jax likes to run his hand in between Faltor's neck and head, bc he's thinks it funny bc he's dumb. (Fight me)

Filorin: His head is a flame, glowing brighter or dimmer depending on his mood. He wears a simple back wool button-up shawl, covering his torso. He wears dark navy blue pants and simple buckle leather boots. He also has a little brown leather satchel. His eyes are little white circles that float a centimeter or two in front of his head. The circles are usually semi-circles as he is tired most of the time. He is very shy, and hates talking to people. (Unless it's Faltor) Yes, the fire that is his head will hurt and burn other people/items. Jax likes to toss random flammable objects into Filorin's head, to see if he can land a shot and watch it burn. Even though he hates talking, some people still try to be friends with him.

Falia: She is viewed as gorgeous by the other circus members, (Except for Faltor and Filorin and including Caine) Her head appears to be made of ink in a smooth sphere. She has a silver crescent moon shape on the front of her face, and a large purple eye filling most of the empty space left. She appears to be wearing 4-point star earrings (Despite having no ears) She wears an elegant black spaghetti noodle dress, that flows down, were there is almost a cape like section of the skirt that drags behind her. It seems to flow into stars and nebula's, looking like a piece of space was placed upon her dress. She has a cool, collected and royal manor. She speaks in a calm almost dead voice, the same every time. And no she doesn't get mad, or sad, or anything! That would be silly... (Heh heh, trauma related) Faltor is her brother, and she views his fondly. Jax will occasionally just...take scoops of Falia's ink to throw at Filorin. She acts like she doesn't care.

Sninlia: Sninlia's head is a snow flake. It has a very intricate and complicated, yet graceful design. (Which is why it makes it so difficult to get the shape back every time Jax melts her head) She wears a royal looking robe, (very similar to kinger's) except it's icy blue, and has icicles coming out the bottom. A light snow also drifts from the bottom of her robe, so you can always tell where she's been. She is rather quiet, but when she does speak she is very serious. Jax makes fun of her a lot for this. Jax also finds it fun to use Filorin's head to melt Sninlia's snowflake, forcing her to go place it in a mold like thing and freeze it again. Sninlia and Falia are dating (Although neither of them will admit it) and they are very close. Despite how Sninlia seems, she loves dancing to classical music or just dancing. She favors music quite a bit and will sometimes even listen to Mire play guitar, even though it's most definitely not her style of music. Sninlia is also Filorin's sister, and she wishes he would socialize more.

Jax: He is much more annoying with these new peeps around. Although, Caine and Bubble have noticed him blushing a little when he's around Mire. (Don't worry guys this isn't a cannon ship!)

Caine: He has a really big crush on Falia and has no idea she's already dating someone.

Ragatha: Yes, ButtonBlossom is cannon, but she likes hanging out with Filorin and Falia. Sometimes Mire, but only if she sees their lonely.

Pomni: She loves her girlfriend very much, and likes hanging out with Filorin. Although not that often, because she gets a bit weirded out by him.

Kinger: He didn't really like any of them but if he had to choose one to hang out with, it'd be Faltor. So they could autism together.

Gangle: Prefers to just hide from Jax, but occasionally try to talk to Filorin. *Ahem,* emphasis on the try

Zooble: Hangs out with Mire a lot and doesn't like any of the rest of them.

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