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plague-karm · 7 months

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Right time to analyse this shit because god dammit I have been silently making theories about this show the second I saw the premise I’m about to become the most annoying person on the planet on god so LETS GOOOOOOO-

First things first the animation looks fucking phenomenal (let Kevin Temmer cook, that man can do no wrong). Also Caine the guy ever, he is the silly and I love him wholeheartedly, he’s just a fucked up little guy who’s living his best life fr.

And also NEW CHARACTER HELLO.

They do be circling though.

THE SILLIES ARE HERE LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOO 🎉🎉🎉

Smiling Gangle spotted ten seconds before disaster, no thoughts head empty indeed.

ALSO I WASN’T EXPECTING STUFF OUTSIDE THE CIRCUS BUT IT’S A WELCOME SURPRISE WHOA

They have come to steal your credit card information.

The thoughts I had of Ragatha being the lone brain cell keeping everything together were completely correct I CALLED IT- (it has been said by Gooseworx that she has been there the second longest so she’s probably gotten used to the zaniness by now…maybe)

A door that leads to a void?

Maybe it has something to do with this room in the teaser trailer? Possibly.

Tumblr sexyman spotted.

''If there was a way to leave I'm sure we'd have all left by now''

They're ✨suffering✨

This caught me off guard when I first saw it lmao (holy FUCK I love Zooble's design, they're everything to me).

''Welcome to your new home...AND your new body...''

So they're aware that they were human before they entered the circus? That's interesting considering what happens in a few seconds (I'll get to that soon). It's also worth mentioning that Gooseworx has stated that their clothes ARE a part of their bodies.

Case in point...

At the end of the character introduction compilation Gooseworx posted to their YouTube channel Pomni is heard saying something along the lines of

''How do I...take this...headset off?!''

I saw a few people theorizing about her talking about a VR headset and that was how she entered the circus to begin with (I had the same thoughts until very recently). However, considering how much of the visuals and character designs are based on old media (also a teaser image was set up as the menu screen for a retro game), I'm beginning to think that this isn't the case.

So it's incredibly likely that Pomni is actually talking about her jester headpiece since she can't take it off.

This scene is probably the first time Pomni sees her new body, pinwheel eyes and all.

''I'm fine with whatever, as long as I get to see funny things happen to people''

I love him he's so unbothered.

I'm sad that we didn't get to hear any dialogue from them but I can't wait to see them in the pilot! Kinger is love, Kinger is life.

''After a while you start to realise that you really can't leave, and constantly chasing an unattainable goal will start driving you a little crazy''

She's a little fucked up actually wow who saw that coming.

It sounds like Ragatha tried to leave a few times and just resigned to her fate after a while, her description DID say that she was the ''sweetest little optimist in the digital circus'', so maybe she's told the others that escaping is impossible and that they should make the best of their situation instead? (Also the framed picture of the right looks like some kind of void, a lot of void imagery here).

Also, Gooseworx released this image a short while ago and it has the same background that Ragatha had while she was talking so she's DEFINITELY talking to Pomni here.

''OH GOD! WHY CAN'T I REMEMBER MY NAME?!''

EXCUSE ME? Okay time for some more speculation. I knew that their names definitely weren't their real ones but I wasn't expecting them to forget them!

Now, since the premise is said to be centred around Pomni and the others getting messed with by AI and their traumas, maybe instead of forgetting what their names were, they actually REPRESSED their memories from when they were human due to the trauma they went through? (Which would include their names)

I don't buy that they've COMPLETELY forgotten who they were (Zooble is aware that the body they're in isn't the one they used to have so I'm guessing everyone else knows that too.)

I'm guessing that their human lives absolutely SUCKED and they've now repressed their trauma to the point where they can barely remember who they were in the human world, this is just speculation.

''Thank goodness this is all a dream, right Pomni?''

What a sassy little guy (it's so weird hearing Michael Kovach sound so reserved, he's normally feral as hell playing these kinds of characters). The little mannequin symbol on the door is probably there for when new people stumble into the circus.

She's definitely seen some shit, I wonder what it could be though?

OH MY GOD THERE'S MORE OF THEM 😭

Wow this background looks...oddly normal. The only thing I can think of this being is Pomni witnessing a flashback of her human life before she showed up in the circus.

''You completely lose sight of who you are and why you're even alive and when you reach your breaking point something REALLY terrible can happen''

OH? Okay speculation time again. This is the closest hint we've gotten to what exactly one of the gang's traumas could be. Ragatha may have forced herself to stay positive in really shitty situations during her human life which likely lead to a lot of negative thoughts which eventually lead to her doing...something, I'm not sure what though, maybe it lead to her losing an eye? (Maybe her new body represents that?) I'm not sure. Maybe this is why she's been in the circus for as long as she has, instead of dealing with her feelings and existentialism, she instead continues to try to be someone who's more adjusted than they actually are.

Again, this is all just speculation, maybe it's just an Infinity Train type of thing where they can't leave until they learn to accept what they went through and how to work through it healthily idk.

WHAT THE HELL IS THAT? Well, I'll tell you what I think it is.

I think it's this weird tar like tentacle thing from the teaser trailer, I don't see what else it could be.

And I'm 90% sure that whatever it is, it's connected to this room, and I think that THIS is gonna be where we'll be seeing what the gangs traumas are (Ragatha looked TERRIFIED when she was grabbed so if this was the case I wouldn't be surprised). I'd also like to speculate that this could possibly be another AI. There's Caine, Bubble, and whatever the hell those little shape creatures are, so it's very likely that other AI does exist, we just haven't seen them yet.

But who knows? I'm probably looking too much into it.

Woah new background, he is angy.

I would go into another theory I have about how their designs may hint at what trauma they have but I've spent over an hour writing, compiling trailer screenshots, and speculating every individual frame while suffering with chest pains I wanna go to bed

Holy shit that took WAY longer than I thought it would. I cannot WAIT to watch the pilot, this show has become one of my most anticipated projects of the year over the last few months and I can't wait to see what it has in store.

TL;DR: The trailer looks fire 10/10 can't wait for the inevitable Pomni plushes.

#karm rambles #the amazing digital circus #damn this is long #tadc #i'm so normal #glitch productions #gooseworx #i have gone insane

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the-s1lly-corner · 5 months

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alright, so i completely understand if you don't wanna do this since you have been getting a lot of tadc requests, so feel free to leave this in your inbox for a while but its worth a shot i guess.

tadc x angel reader? but im not talking about the cute and adoring ones, moresore the bibical angel type. kind of like principalities angels if you know what that is. scary stuff.

thanks for all that you do btw, i love your writing and as a fanfiction writer myself im amazed at how quickly your able to pump out requests

thanks for reading

TADC cast x angel!reader !

took me a hot minute to find it but someone asked for the same/very similar request for zooble so!! that post is going to be linked in place of their segment! yahoo! uhuhuhuh!! admin must admit, he does not know much about actual angel lore so hes gonna be real loose with this </3 aaaand to the last part!! its the silliness... i cant contain it... sobs...

CAINE:

now i dont know what kind of personality the reader has, but imagine your wings stick out and fluff up when he decides hes bold enough to compliment, or even flirt with you... has probably led to him getting smacked by your wings and being sent flying... the price of being small, sadly... though he did kind of have it coming for standing where he was/j

sometimes, you guys fly together, since caine very rarely walks around on the ground and kind of just glides around... its nice having someone who can accompany him around... doesnt think your intimidating, if anything he thinks you look interesting... hes probably unphased by most of the forms circus members may take, though its rare you get someone who does look unsettling... shrugs

POMNI:

honestly probably a little intimidated, and perhaps even unnerved in the beginning. like not in the "im deeply uncomfortable" way but more like "oh. so thats a thing" if that makes sense? does try to be nice and kind to you, though, since she does understand that this isnt what you really look like and you cant really... control it... probably has sneezed from the feathers of your wings, if you have any.. in fact you might have accidentally smacked her with them, since shes so small.. you didnt mean to..! honest! caine and pomni just got cursed with the shortness... no thoughts, only angel reader protectively shielding someone with their wings, this can apply to any of the characters... probably one of my favorite tropes for characters with large wings tbh

RAGATHA:

if you can swap out your clothes or have clothes that are detachable (since clothes are canonically stuck to the bodies) shes definitely going to make you some clothing that you can easily slip over your wings, and still have them out! plus spending time with you making the measurements and trying out patterns and fabric is nice! thinks your wings are soft... probably a little put off by your appearance and vibe at first, but ragatha being ragatha shes not going to let it bother her for long, and she makes sure youre welcomed to the circus with open arms... i mean its not like you have a choice to leave... may as well be as inviting as possible..!

JAX:

drum roll please! its the admins favorite jax headcannon that always rears its head in whenever the admin writes a reader who has some extra body part or fluff or accessories or a combination! the fidget/fiddle headcannon! this man is likely going to stroke and mess with your wings, a lot. congrats, youre his new fidget toy/j. has probably accidentally, or perhaps no so accidentally, pulled a feather out. granted im not sure how much it would hurt, i think it would be akin to plucking hair with a tweezer, but the point still stands..! has probably asked you to fly him up somewhere... totally not so he can do some mischief... probably doesnt know much about angels (like the admin LMAO) and probably labels you as like. sterotypical cartoon angel personality (forgiving, kind, good, ect. basically everything that isnt jax/j) but whether or not thats true its up to you... though it would be a little funny for the person who looks like an angel being a trickster... shrugs

KINGER:

FEAR!!! okay... well i think thats a given when theres a new circus member around, since kinger is a little... eh... you know? probably takes some time to warm up to you, but given how he speaks to pomni in the pilot within the first few minutes of her being there, i dont think it would take long for him to approach you. definitely polite, probably even more so thanks to your angelic appearance. mmngh.. soft feathers... shares the jax fidget headcannon with the silly chess piece... bonus if you actually are really kind and protective, this man would be hovering around you since you kind of represent comfort to him... thinks...

ZOOBLE:

right here!

GANGLE:

while most of the others are a little intimidated i think gangle actually likes the aesthetics of angels. maybe thats just the artist in her; like every artist ive met either has a soft spot for angel or demon characters... sometimes both.. admins no exception, its like. mandatory artist trait/j

i had a winged reader request somewhere, where gangle puts the readers fallen feathers into art work and gifts it to them. kind of like how people used to put the hair of their loved ones in jewelry... i think that would also apply to an angel reader! similar to kinger, if youre protective shes going to gravitate towards you... given that shes made of ribbon and fragile... and because of SOOOOOMEONE (glares at jax)... very nice dynamic/relationship material here, me thinks

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #caine x reader #pomni x reader #ragatha x reader #jax x reader #kinger x reader #zooble x reader #gangle x reader

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oneshlut · 3 months

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Hey, I just found your blog through a Varian headcanon and I’m in love! Could I humbly request a platonic Jax x reader where it’s the readers “birthday” (they day they came to the digital circus) and reader gets a bit down? I hope your day/evening/night is well, and remember to brush your teeth!

A/N: daaawww, hurt/comfort, my favorite (besides angst of course).. thanksies for the reminder--and for requesting, yesyes! hope you like what i did with this as much as you liked the var hcs :D (also super refreshing to see more platonic requests,)

OMG SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG LMAO

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Summary: It's your anniversary of arriving at the circus, your "birthday"! Unfortunately, birthdays at the circus serve only colorful cake and existential dread. Jax becomes worried for the first time in his life. (hurt/comfort)

Ah, holiday blues. Commonly associated with Christmas, of course, but also birthdays occasionally. Whether it be the fear of growing older, spending your birthday alone, or even being stuck in a digital reality where you can't remember your birthday so instead you have a one year anniversary as a stand in for a birthday. Whatever the existential crisis may be, they sure do suck! At least you can relate to Pomni now.

Birthdays in the digital world work a little bit differently than in the "real" world. Caine tries to track the time, but inevitably fails. Instead of celebrating your arrival once a year, you celebrate it when Caine feels it's been long enough. So your birthday is about once in a blue moon. However, when that blue moon hits, all the existential dread you left about 4 months ago all comes back to you. And suddenly the friends you've made.. didn't really matter. Not in the grand scheme of things. And, not to you.

That's where the isolating came in.

For the next few days after your "birthday", you didn't come out of your room for even a second. Surprisingly, your room was probably less colorful than the rest of the circus. Still colorful enough to give you a headache, though. You didn't have the motivation to leave either, it would all be the same anyway. You weren't close to abstraction, but you were definitely going to get there if you kept things up.

This thought worried Jax. And Jax never gets worried. At first, he brushed the situation off with comedy. Like he always does. With everything. But then as he's walking around the circus, he notices even less of you.

Jax isn't a bold person, but he definitely could be. This was one of those scenarios, one where he would take things into his own hands. Knocking on your door, he stayed patient for you to answer. Normally, he'd just yell for you to open the door when he wanted to hang out, but this was.. a different occasion.

Okay. Everything's fine. It's just been 22 knocks and they still haven't answered the door. He's sure they're alright. Not.

Eventually, his thoughts that wracked his head overcame him. With droopy ears and a heavy heart, he took out the key to your room, opening it with a slightly obnoxious creak.

If even possible, the sight of you curled up in a ball in the corner of your room had caused his ears to fall even farther from where they were before. Immediately dropping his persona, he fell to the floor on his knees to comfort you. Being probably the most serious he's ever been, he set a hand on your shoulder with caution.

You, on the other hand, felt horrible. First the horrid "birthday" you just had, and now you were just burdening someone else dealing with the same existential crap with your own problems. If only Jax wasn't so damn caring, then.. then. ..Hm.

Seriously? Jax? Caring about you? That sure wasn't on your birthday bingo card. If anything, you would've expected him to just pull a ton of pranks on you and make you feel even worse. Instead he was comforting you. Making you feel better.

Almost immediately, tears started flowing. Jax was saddened by the sight at first, but gave a bittersweet grin when you had launched into his arms for more comfort. Giving you silent sushes, he laid careful strokes on your back, making sure not to do anything more to upset you.

Somehow, you felt that your next birthday might be a bit better with Jax around.

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isabella-kr · 1 year

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Chapter Eight: Piccadilly

This story will include mature themes, please only read if you are 18 years old or over.

If you are underage, you can read the Wattpad version instead as it will include no smut.

This is a work of fiction and does not represent the real Army.

Synopsis: A terrorist attack in Piccadilly Circus calls for reinforcements.

Pairing: John Price x Female!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, mention of imprisonment, use of weapons; guns, blood, explosions, mentions of war, and death.

Word Count: 4.2K

Note: Wtf is the colour of that stupid beanie??? I’ve been rewatching clips of him wearing it and I genuinely can’t tell. Is it dark grey? Dark Navy? Blue-ish grey? literally don’t know. This colour has been causing me more stress than my uni work. I’ve never had beef with a hat before, but this is genuinely pissing me off

Note 2: For those of you who have been reading this story before this chapter came out - I have changed a minor detail in chapter 6. Her patch now says ‘LT. DOE’ (instead of Lt. No-Face) as in ‘Jane Doe’ which is used for unidentified persons, because I realised she would need an actual name for documents and General Morris would never give her a better name lmao

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Her boots barely made a sound when she stepped over the lifeless body of a hostile. The darkness settled upon her as she stalked out of the room, only the shine of the moon lighting the way ahead.

The building was damp and cold, forcing her mask to be drawn over the bridge of her nose as the strong smell of growing mould invaded her senses. She would have coughed if the circumstances were different, but right now every sound she made – no matter how small and quiet – became a life-threatening risk.

Stepping out into the creaky corridor, she was careful to step only on the least rotting-like panels. Yet despite her efforts, the old wood still creaked under her weight as she moved along the highest floor in the building. Gently, she pushed open the door to one of the only rooms she had not yet inspected and moved in with her gun at the ready.

The laser attached to her barrel moved erratically around the run-down walls, but in the end, the room turned out to be empty. Not a soul in sight, with only her heavy, yet controlled breathing reaching her ears.

She let out a sharp breath and turned to walk back out, only to be met with the bewildered expression of a young man. He looked afraid but was quick to lift his gun and aim it her way.

Unfortunately for him, she was faster. Grabbing the barrel of his gun, she pulled him into the room and kicked him to the floor. He let out a pained groan, and she almost felt bad when she stood above him with her weapon raised before ultimately slamming the back of her gun against his head.

He went out like a light; his eyes closed, and arms went limp, his gun falling by his side with a loud thud. The sound was startling, and she turned still above his body, listening to any sounds within the building.

Seconds and minutes ticked by, and when no shuffle, no creek, and whisper reached her, her shoulders deflated. The tension left her body before she began to move along the cold corridors to check the remaining areas for any hostiles who might have still resided in the building.

She found no-one. The building was empty.

Clicking on button on the side of her comms, she spoke, “Building C is secure.”

“Copy,” John Price’s voice reached her through the earpiece, “Wiz, how copy?”

“B’s secure,” Southwick replied, “I’m working on the security. You know, for how shit this place looks, their computer system’s pretty good. But with my equipment, there’s nothing I can’t get into.”

“Alright,” The captain hummed, “No-Face, get on the roof.”

Her brows creased, but she did as asked anyway, “Roger.”

Pushing the shutters aside, she leaned out of the window, her body twisting at an awkward angle to look up, rather than down. She securely attached the heavy gun to the straps of her vest, and sat at the edge of the window, her fingers clenching and muscles tensing when she grabbed onto a plank of wood above her and pulled herself up.

Her handgun was pulled out in an instant when her eyes settled on a nearby body crouching down on a similar blank, just on the other side of the roof. He raised his hand in defence, but it was only when she noticed the boonie hat that she lowered her weapon.

“Almost shot you,” she commented whilst making her way towards him.

The corner of his lips lifted into a light smile, “Good thing you didn’t.”

She let out a soft hummed and crouched beside him, her hands grasping the sniper rifle that was already waiting for her arrival, “Would’ve taken your hat and ran,” she told him, “I’m not going back to that prison.”

He huffed out a small laugh, “If you like it so much, all you need to do is ask and I’ll get you your own.”

She made a displeased sound, “I don’t want it for myself, Price,” she shook her head, “I’d burn it.”

He sent her a look, and got ready to defend his honour, but was cut off by the sound of engines revving in the distance. “Wiz, your status?”

“I’m in.”

“Good. Now wait.”

“Copy.”

“No-Face,” John looked into the scope of his rifle, “You take the one on the left.”

With a nod, she looked through her scope and aimed her gun at one of the snipers below them. Their guns were also at the ready, but due to their lower position, they had no idea two highly trained soldiers also had their eyes on them.

Just as the headlights lit up the road, the captain’s phone began to buzz. He was quick to answer, and thanks to the silence that surrounded them, she too could hear the voice that echoed from his phone.

“John?” A female voice spoke, a voice she very clearly recognised.

“Laswell,” he kept his voice low.

“Where are you?”

He took in a small breath, readying himself as the cars began to near the infiltrated base, “Occupied.”

“I’ve got a problem.”

His eyes narrowed, “Russians?”

“Word travels fast,” she confirmed, “Chemical weapons have fallen into terrorist hands. They could be anywhere. Paris, New York...”

“London,” he said whilst nodding, a silent signal to shoot.

With a press to the trigger, both hostile snipers were thrown to the ground as the bullets struck their heads, their rifles falling from their hands in the process.

“Wiz, now,” No-Face told him through the comms, and as the gate began to open, both her and John stood back on their feet.

“When can you brief?” Laswell asked.

“We just did.”

With that, the call was ended, and the two watched as the cars drove through the open gate and into the base. British soldiers then marched out of the vehicles, rushing to further secure the area from any incoming hostiles.

“Good job,” John complimented, firmly patting her shoulder.

“Thank you, sir,” she sent him a warm smile, “You, too.”

With a thankful nod, he gestured for her to follow. Using a ladder at the side of the building, the two were off in no time. They successfully evaded the medics that attempted to stop them; they had no wounds, at least nothing more than a couple of bruises.

Price’s steps had a feeling of urgency in them. He marched through the run-down base and towards one of the generals, where they spoke in low tones, so no soldier would hear what was being shared between them.

“What’s going on?” Thomas questioned stepping beside her.

“Laswell called,” She told him and crossed her arms over her chest, “Think we’re going to London.”

He frowned and his brows knit, “We’re bringing the war home?”

“The war’s already there.”

Her knee suddenly popped when she stretched her leg in the cramped car. Thomas’s head snapped in her direction in an instant, and the expression he held on his face looked more offended by the sound than it ever did by any friendly insults she threw his way.

“Can you not?” He spat, visibly uncomfortable by the sound.

Despite letting out a tired sigh and wanting nothing more than to stretch her other leg, she nodded. Her only hope was that they were close to their destination so she could get out of the loud vehicle.

“Cheers,” he grinned at her, then directed his attention at John, who clutched the wheel tightly in his hands, “Sir, is that a new hat?”

“Focus, Southwick,” Was the captain’s response.

He didn’t cease his talking, however. Instead, he lowered his voice so that only she could hear the words that left his mouth, “It is,” he told her, “The colour’s not as faded, and it doesn’t have a hole in it.”

“Do you just stare at his hat whenever he’s around?” she questioned with raised brows.

“You don’t?”

“Depends on which one he’s wearing,” she answered truthfully, earning a nod from her friend.

When she looked back up, her eyes caught his in the rear-view mirror. They creased as he smiled, and she didn’t stop herself from mirroring the soft expression he sent her.

She remembered the day he bought the hat as clearly as though it had happened yesterday. It was about a week into their shared time on Leave, and he decided to take her to town. She was apprehensive at first, the thought of being surrounded from every corner by hundreds of people only flaring up her anxiety. But with some persuasion and promise he would be there the entire time – not that he could leave, but his words of assurance were welcome – she relented.

It was awful at first. She couldn’t shake off the feeling everyone around her was staring; glaring at her. She was latched onto his arm just like the time at the beach, and upon feeling how nervous she was beside him, he pulled into a secluded shop he knew would have little to no customers.

It was quaint and silent; a breath of fresh air from the overcrowded little town. It was the type of shop that had everything and nothing at the same time – from crystals to cigarettes and from cheap necklaces to clothes.

“You alright?” he made sure to ask, his blues ever so concerned about her well-being.

She assured him with a quiet hum as her eyes closed in relief, “Thank you.”

“’Course,” he rubbed her upper back comfortingly, his hand guiding her further into the shop so they wouldn’t block the entry for other customers.

The new atmosphere did well to calm her down, her anxiety lessening the longer they remained in the small shop. Her hand trailed along a small table, where crystals of all colours were stood proudly on display. Some were pink, some purple and a few even a beautiful, deep black.

Her fingers gravitated towards the small pink ones, which she picked up and carefully examined in her palm. It was cool against her skin, and although the corners of the stone were a little jagged, it still felt smooth to the touch. It was a pretty pink; almost pastel, not the type to blind you, but rather soothe you when needed.

“That’s a rose quartz,” an old lady, who sat behind the counter, told her with a gentle smile, “Symbolises unconditional love, that one. Only a pound, too!”

No-Face placed the crystal back down on the table and swiftly moved away. The rack of clothes was next; by gently dragging her fingers along the material, she checked the roughness, or perhaps the softness of the clothing. There was nothing there that caught her attention, really. Nothing that she would like to put on herself – the colours were either too bright, or the material too rough against her skin.

She was about to pull away and move to another part of the shop before her eyes landed on a soft, cotton hat right above her. Her arm had to stretch for her grab it, but once she did, she placed it on the captain's head with an amused chuckle.

“Really?” he raised a brow as his arms crossed over his chest.

The corners of her lips curled into a wide smile, “Don’t like it?”

“It’s hot pink.”

She looked at him with a thoughtful expression, and then took the hat off him, only to replace it with a bright red one instead. The look on his face was comical, and she couldn’t help but laugh when his eyes narrowed and he bit on the inside of his cheek.

“I think it looks perfect,” she told him with a tilt of her head.

“No,” he disagreed, but did not remove the beanie, “I look like Papa Smurf.”

“Who?”

He was quick to pull out his phone and type the name into the search engine, showing her the blue character with a white beard and a bright red hat covering his head. Her hand flew to her mouth, and a snort escaped her before she managed to stop it. She turned away from him, but her shaking shoulders betrayed her laughter, yet his face could not be any more deadpanned than it was in that moment.

“You done?” He let out an exasperated breath.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” She raised her hands in mock defence and turned back to look at him. Her teeth were digging into her bottom lip to stop more laughs from rolling out of her throat, “Here.”

She took the hat off him once again and placed it back in its original position. Then, as her eyes scanned the clothes once more, she perked up.

“How about,” she grabbed one more beanie off the shelf and presented it to him, “this one? It would match your uniform.”

“That one’s better,” he admitted with a hum, “But I don’t need a new one right now.”

“Oh,” her smile fell.

“What is it?”

“Well,” she took in a breath, “I wanted to get you something... a little ‘thank you’ gift.”

“Oh,” he scratched his beard, “You don’t have to.”

“But I want to... John,” her eyes were pleading as she looked at him.

He couldn’t say no, really. Not when the thought of getting him something made her this happy.

“Alright.”

“Really?” her mood seemed to brighten instantly when he nodded, “Alright, but you’re gonna have to show me how this card works. I haven’t gotten the chance to use it yet.”

He did show her. He helped her throughout the exchange. And even now, three months later, when her eyes settled on the dark, navy-blue beanie, she couldn’t help but smile.

The moment of happiness was cut short, as just when their eyes locked again, a far-away explosion caused them all to tense up in their seats. A bright light lit up the dark sky like a flare, causing screaming and crying to echo throughout the city.

The car sped up then, although the sudden panic did not make it easy for them to arrive at the destination. Even though Piccadilly Circus was still miles away from where they were, people were already running around in alarm. Some civilians were getting in their car and driving the other way, others were crying on their phone with their families, and some were running down the street with fear in their eyes.

It was havoc.

The influx of Police cars driving to the scene did not make their journey much easier. It felt like hours, but must have been only about ten minutes later, that they finally made their way to the road junction and jumped out of the vehicle.

Their rifles were held high, and bullets began to rain in seconds of their boots hitting the ground. The terrorists were relentless, and when No-face shot at a man running their way, they were blinded by his vest exploding mere metres away from them.

“Suicide bombers,” John spoke gruffly, his teeth gritting as they approached a tall building with the entrance blocked off by a metal of sorts. A man was by it, pushing the scrap with his shoulder when a hostile ran his way, a knife ready in his hands.

He blocked him, but the captain was faster. The bullet was lodged in the man’s brain before he got the chance to fully get out of the building and attack the soldier.

“Blue! Blue!” he yelled with his hand out towards the trio.

“I see you. You armed up?” Price approached the young soldier and waved off the two.

No-Face and Thomas shared a look and exchanged a quick nod before moving in separate directions. The bullets were still raining from both sides. The terrorists shot at the police, and the officers were sure to retaliate in a similar manner.

The blood painted the ground like a biblical flood, coating her leather boots with a dark-red layer that she knew would be a nightmare to was off. She crouched behind a ruined car, using the bent metal of the door as a shield and shooting at the hostile men through the smashed window.

It was carnage.

Death intoxicated the air with its putrid smell, settling on the inside of her throat and clogging up her airways. It felt like tar was sliding down her throat, the smoke from the multiple explosions enveloping him in an unwelcome hug.

She coughed and moved her mask to the side to spit out the thick saliva that gathered on her tongue. It was disgusting. Vile, even.

She heard a scream in the distance. A young woman, with blood covering the side of her head cried as a hostile began to make his way in her direction.

Without much thought, she sprang into action and sprinted to her. Shooting at the hostile, she pulled her by a wall shielding with a metal bin. She clung onto No-Face's arm as though her life depended on it, and in a way it did. Her exposed knees were scraped, her ankle swollen, and the non-bloody side of her head was beginning to bruise.

“Are you alright?” she raised her voice, speaking through the loud sirens and gunshots that surrounded them.

“My head-” an explosion, “It hurts.”

The gunshots suddenly ceased. She stayed there for a little while longer, her arm wrapping securely around the woman’s shoulder as she made sure the area was finally secure. She pulled her to her feet then, and helped her walked as she searched for a medic.

Thankfully, an ambulance was stood mere metres away, and once a paramedic saw her with the young woman on her arm, he rushed to her side. The civilian was taken off her hands in almost an instant, first-responders rushing around her with urgency.

No.

No, it couldn’t be.

The building, which he had watched Price enter with an unknown soldier was now on fire, and she had no doubt that was where the explosion had come from. Her heart felt like it could jump out of her chest, and she wasted no time in walking towards the firefighters who were trying to put out the smouldering fire.

Please don’t be dead. Please. Please. Please-

“No-Face,” a familiar voice caught her attention.

Thomas was stood beside her with a bandage covering his upper bicep. His skin was coated in blood, some of it soaking into and painting his military clothing a frightening red.

“Thomas,” she approached him with quick steps, “Are you alright?”

“Just a flesh wound,” he assured her with a pat to her shoulder, “You seen Price, though?”

She shook her head, “No. I was hoping you have.”

“Shit.”

“Did he say anything on the comms?” she questioned.

He shrugged, “Don’t know, I got a little distracted.”

“Well, fuck,” she looked around wildly, her eyes widening in fright, “You don’t think he-”

His expression mirrored hers, but then he shook it off, “What- no! Nah, definitely not. He’s gotta be-”

“Southwick get back to the medics,” A sudden order made them both turn, “You’re bleeding through.”

There, in all his uninjured glory, stood Price with his hands holding onto his vest. His brows were raised at them both, but he was most focused on the bloody bandage on Thomas’s shoulder. The soldier soon followed his line of vision and cursed, grabbing onto his injury and making his way back to the busy responders.

“Thought you died in there,” she told him with a grumble, her feet springing to action as he began walking. He sent her an apologetic look, though his eyes quickly settled on the soldier he met prior, “What are you thinking?”

“Not sure yet...” he said.

London wasn’t a pretty sight at that moment. Dead bodies, covered with white sheets, littered the bloody ground, and sirens wailed all around them. It was devastating, and she could almost feel the sadness – the loss – filtering the air.

“You saved lives today, sergeant,” John spoke as they approached the young soldier.

He was facing away from them, but even from this angle she could see the sour – almost furious – look on his face. He shook his head, “This shouldn’t have happened in the first place, sir.” He grumbled, “They sent us in half-assed, so everyone can just keep pretending we’re not at war.”

John’s hands were back up, slotting underneath his vest, “Yeah, lie of the fuckin’ century, that is.”

“Then why have we got our hands tied? Let’s just take the bloody gloves off and fight...” the sergeant turned to look at the captain, “sir...”

“Go on.” His voice was soft, like the many times he was with her when she opened up to him; when she showed vulnerability.

“We don’t stand a chance in hell with these rules of engagement, captain,” his voice was steady as he spoke, though the frustration was clear in his tone, “They can tell us where, they can tell us when... don’t tell us how. My men were tracking that cell for weeks.”

Price took a step closer and lowered his tone, “You had actionable intel on this?”

“Quite a bit, sir,” He admitted.

“Okay, Garrick,” John nodded as his phone began to buzz, “You’re with me.”

He answered the call and then walked away without a word, leaving the two alone in the midst of the quietening havoc. The sergeant’s eyes still held anger, but a certain hope was now residing in them as well.

“If there’s one thing I know about Price,” she began, gaining the younger man’s attention, “He’s gonna get shit done... no matter what.”

He knit his brows, eyes trailing Price’s figure before returning to her, “You think he’s gonna do something about… this?” he questioned sceptically.

She hummed in confirmation, “I’m sure of it. What’s your name?”

“Garrick,” he wet his lips, “Kyle Garrick, ma’am.”

“That what they call you?” she questioned, “No nickname I should know about?”

He nodded, “Gaz.”

“Ah,” she huffed out a silent laugh, “Knew it. No-Face,” she held out her hand towards him, which he shook in a greeting.

“Lieutenant,” a sudden voice interrupted the two.

A military medic was running towards them with a limp in his step. Blood was coating his uniform, and he himself had a bandage wrapped around his forearm. Sweat was dripping furiously down his temple, and he wiped it off once he finally reached her.

“There’s a civilian,” he panted, “Said she needs to speak with you.”

Her eyebrow raised in surprise, but more so confusion. She didn’t say anything. She didn’t question the medic. Instead, she wordlessly followed him to a bright ambulance which stood not too far from where she was stood with Gaz.

The bright and colourful light from the sirens was almost blinding, reflecting off the puddles on the ground and the windows in the buildings around them. But she wasn’t much focused on them, but rather the woman who was sitting on the back on the vehicle with a man by her side.

The same woman from before, she realised. The woman she pulled to safety when a hostile had a gun aimed right at her. She was the one who asked for her, and for a strange reason, all No-Face could feel was dread.

Had she done something to hurt her?

God, was she about to get fired?

No.

Positive thoughts.

You’ve done nothing wrong.

“Miss,” the medic called, stopping in front of her with No-Face by her side.

The woman looked relieved, and although her body ached, she rid of the blanket that enveloped her shaking body and threw her arms tightly around her. Her embrace was tight – grateful. She was crying in her shoulder as quiet and desperate ‘thank you’s left her lips.

“You saved me, thank you! I- thank you so fucking much,” She sobbed.

No-Face wasn’t exactly certain what to do, but seeing as her arms were still holding tightly onto her, she returned the bone-crushing hug. She patted her upper back in the same manner John Price had done for her before, and only pulled away once the woman showed signs of wanting to do so.

“Thank you,” she said one more time before moving to the man.

He, too, showed his gratitude for her heroic actions, and kissed his lover’s temple whilst pulling her away from the scene.

She was still stood there, frozen, for a little while longer. Lost in her own thoughts.

Until she felt a figure stand behind her. She knew who it was without even having to turn around, “I’m not used to it.”

She looked at him over her shoulder and watched as John Price responded with a questioning tilt of his head.

“Getting thanked; I’m not used to it. Don’t think I ever will be.” she confessed.

“You saved her life,” he said, “An action worth gratitude.”

“Maybe,” she looked down at her feet, “Doesn’t take away from all the lives I’ve taken, though.”

He hummed, “No, it doesn’t, but it’s a step in the right direction.” He paused and placed a hand on her shoulder, “Now, I’m not saying you should forget about the crimes you’ve committed... but I think it’s time you forgive yourself, yeah? Can’t live like this for the rest of your life.”

She thought over his words, and although she knew he was right, it was still difficult to accept his words. “I’ll try,” she told him.

He squeezed her shoulder, and when she looked up at him, he had a smile already plastered on his face, “That’s all I ask.”

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cleromancy · 8 months

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i do think that insisting we should ~let~ jason get his own ~stuff~ instead of just ~stealing his big brother's~ (real actual opinion regarding jasons friendship with roy i had to see with my own two eyes) ... is coming from a very bland and ahistorical place wrt jason characterization.

like, not even going to start talking about brothers in blood bc im not going to ask you to take the "tentacle monster jason steals a nightwing suit and vores a guy" arc seriously for characterization choices...

but look, i really don't think it would be wrong to call jason the hand-me-down robin. for a while jason inherited what dick either left behind, or else walked behind him in his shadow. and looking at preboot jason specifically, post-resurrection jason has a complex relationship to the relics and symbols of the past--and what they mean to the tragedy of his life and death--where they simultaneously make him angry, he resents them, but also he actively surrounds himself with them at all times. it's part of his whole thing where he's purposely making himself a revenant; this is not something he's likely to give up doing as long as he's going by the name the red god damn hood.

anyway. robin. ...can i just say nuff said? whether its the copy-pasted circus background strawberry blond colorswap jason or how being robin gives him magic, robin was this whole thing for him, you might have heard about it. probably you can draw the connections yourself.

but as far as hand-me-down friendships go--this is, very explicitly in the text, the deal with jason!robin and donna in their very moving situation in new teen titans. she saw the uniform and wanted to react as though he were dick and look to him to lead, and at the time Jason's not at all offended, but he does have to establish that. he's not dick, which was what she was looking to him to be. and they do rekindle their relationship after jason is resurrected but ummmmm. it was in countdown lol. there was a lot going on in countdown.

anyway jason and *barbara* is significantly less on-the-page than jay and donna--btw all of this is preboot do not talk to me about post-reboot barbara. i am not joking--but he did fall into a friendship with her too, and what few interactions we do have from that time are both really cute and very reminiscent of robin-dickie and babsgirl. on top of that barbara was his tutor, and she was one of the (counting on my fingers) four. i believe. people at jason's funeral. shes notably absent *during* under the hood except for a conversation bruce and dick have about how she washed her hands of them lmao, and jason explicitly making a parallel btwn what the joker did to him and to her in the climax. after that i don't recall any incidents of her mentioning him or anything like that... not off the top of my head anyway.

anyway. there is also, of course, bruce. according to starlin, who we hate, something something bruce was lonely and missed dick so he scooped a new orphan off the street. whatever starlin. wolfman also toys with this idea but with significantly more nuance, leaning into the ways bruce might be different with a second war-- oh, excuse me, what was that?

yeah see bruce actually adopted this one

which is where the hand-me-down thing starts quivering trembling falling to pieces. it is, i think, a pretty fair reading of *whistles* the time period immediately before, up through, and after the crisis was redefining bruce and dicks history together to take it as... bruce was a lot less complicated with jason than he was with dick. not out of loving dick any less, because. well. bruces interpersonal issues have never stemmed from a deficit of love for the people he hurts, and lets down. and i do think thats a whole nother post, and its certainly not the only reading even just of the bits of canon im referencing right now, but for the sake of argument just suppose bruce was more consistent, and tbh *way* more of a dad, to robin-era jason than he was to dick.

but jason, i think, was too young to get that, without also the outside perspective that would let him see that bruce and dicks relationship wasnt *just* strained bc dick left. that actually maybe dick and bruces relationship was, fundamentally, a whole different animal than what jason had with bruce.

and we do have indications that jason saw dick as a perfect example he could never live up to (remember when i said i wasnt going to get into brothers in blood. Well i lied. its almost as gauche as it is outlandish). and as interesting as it is to consider how jasons perspective would have developed as he grew up if he had that stable loving relationship with bruce--and, imo, personally experienced it falling apart in real time the way dick did--thats not whats on the page. so, again, we have jason and these relationships and perspectives from before his death, frozen forever, and we have jason the revenant wreaking havoc on two relationships in particular--the one with bruce, and the one with dick--and, for the most part, leaving the others from before his death alone. (iirc, he pretty much stumbled into the thing with donna instead of seeking her out... don't actually take my word on that one though.) even alfred--and we do actually have interactions that support that they were pretty close, it's not just fanon; among other things theres a tear-jerker that culminates in alfred and jasons ghost having tea together--jason doesn't especially make any attempt to connect (or menace, as the case may be) except for the fucking rare first edition book thing, which was 100% about bruce anyway. god i love the fucking first edition book thing.

anyway. after his big bad master plan very literally blows up in his face, jason proceeds thereafter to rattle around the dc universe(s), deeply lonely and ever so fucking unwell, aimlessly menacing people, causing ruckuses, being a scoundrel, etc. also! murder. lots n lots of murder. he's a busy little bee. (for the record--anytime someone says jason tried to kill someone, go ahead and double check that for yourself. imo the only time A Wild Jason Attacked! and its actually ambiguous whether he expected them to survive--preboot--is battle for the cowl. generally speaking when jason puts his whole hoodussy into killing someone, he succeeds.) (battle for the cowl is also, for the record, one of the worst books detective comics comics has ever fucking shat out. worse than the tentacle monster jason vore arc, which is at least FUN. ----and also, i do think its worth noting that both possible victims of gun batman [large version, not to be confused with gun batman small version], tim and damian, are up and about pretty soon after what do look like potentially lethal injuries. and tim Jason does have pretty good reason to think died albeit from a wound that absolutely should not have killed him (but from jasons pov its like he hit tim with a batarang that shattered and killed him instantly which is. really funny). it's just like. we don't really know what was going thru tony daniels mind at the time. like *if* tony daniel had any thoughts at all, its entirely possible all he had between his ears writing/drawing it was lint and elevator music.) (this isnt even me being a jason apologist, this time anyway. i think if jason had killed tim for real that would have been high camp. battle for the cowl is just so goddamn badly written and stupid.)

anyway. no, i don't think what jason needs is to Stop Stealing Dick's Friends. i also think that "he was dicks first >:(" re roy is the dumbest argument ever to say as a person reading comics, but also extremely funny bc. well. dick would agree with you. dick would love it if jason got his own friends and left his (not jason's >:()(dick's)(dick's friends) alone. however like. dick grayson is not well. i know i distracted you by talking at length about what an absolute basket case jason is, but dick is also an insane person and prone to irrational jealousy and can not, and should not, get everything he wants. sorry dickie but the good news is: theyll still be your friends even if they're also jasons friends. and, given the fact that jason is extraordinarily prickly and difficult to get along with (on purpose), theyll probably even still like you better.

anyway look. what it boils down to is, post-resurrection jason as a character will always be defined by his own death. not only is it the central trauma of his life, he actively remade himself around it. and part of that is how he relates now as the self-made revenant to the hand-me-down pixie boots he used to fill. and you want him to completely stop doing this...why? because itd be "healthier"? what are you, a cop?

but no really like. yeah actually i do want jason to make some better choices, be on the stable side, be a fully developed antihero who poses a moral counterpoint to the bats, asks difficult questions, causes problems on purpose but not in a way where he's purposely burning down everything he loves, etc. i do want those things. but i think ripping him away from his past makes (...made...) him unrecognizable, and generic, and doesnt really take the character in an interesting direction that actually tracks with the character concept established in under the hood and developed (such as it was) in the *waves hands* aforementioned stories. according to ~me~ anyway, obviously when it comes to writing everyone can do what they want forever, unfortunately up to and including my enemy scott lobdell who i would dearly love to kill with a rock. for his crimes.

did i ever actually explain why i think its interesting & compelling for jason personally to keep throwing him at dicks friends? ...maybe not. but i did lay some groundwork and talk about one of my favorite boys. and in the end well roy is one of my other favorite boys so like. stream green arrow, vote worlds finest: teen titans, put your money where your mouth is and support our boy. (i am referring to roy obviously. jason can die in a ditch.)

#i have been awake for twenty-nine hours :)#jason todd #dc #long

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journalsouppe · 1 year

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My spread for Ace Attorney 2 -- Justice for All! I had so much fun playing this game, especially the last case. I cannot wait to play Trials and Tribulations, I'll post its blank spread on Friday!

The Franziska sticker is from Ayabit from the Turnabout Cinema zine, the Nick and Edgeworth sticker is from Peachcott, and the large Phoenix sticker is from NoodlesAndTeaShop!

Writing typed below!

Rating: 8.7 Played: Sp 2023 Port: N. Switch Favorite? Y Replayable? Y Recommend? Y Series: Ace Attorney

Comments:

Insane opening sequence

ooo new music

Maya getting arrested in case 2 again T-T

I adore Pearl <3

Ini Miney is fun, I like 2-2 a lot

Pearl, you RAN T-T???

Thatched roofs <3

I really like how someone said Phoenix is much more critical and unbelieving when he has amnesia, he would be a good prosecutor

"Why is it lately, all I want to do is cry" Phoenix T-T

only 4 trials? : <

I know what you are O_O

Edgeworth faking his own death is so tragic... poor Nick

I really like Ini/Mimi, what a fun witness and culprit

PORCUPINE HEAD

oh sweet geebus

stepladder <3

did Franziska fucking kill Phoenix T-T omg

Maya really is the #1 Narumitsu fan T-T

PHOENIX WAS ATTACKED BY A TIGER???

Phoenix and Maya are the siblings ever

Two older men confessed to a 16 y.o. girl.........

fun circus music

Phoenix the asthmatic, walkable king

These are some harsh penalties T-T T-T

Phoenix also beat up and robbed by a monkey T-T

The puppet exploded lol

THE JUDGE BICKERING WITH THE CLOWN OMFG

THE MONKEY TO MONKEY CONVO?????

why do I relate so much to the Naruhodos T^T LMAO

Bribing Gumshoe with Milk

EDGEWORTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MAYA'S BEEN KIDNAPPED?? omfg y'all need a buddy system T^T

Fran was shot???

I'VE MISSED YOU SO MUCH EDGEY!!!!

Phoenix growling at Edgey T^T

ZOINKS T-T

SHOE THE CAT!!!

I love Nick and Edgey working together T^T!!

THE PHONE THROWING ANIMATION I AM LOSING IT

I love the twist in 2-4 and how similar it is to DGS 1-3 except you find out half way your client is 100% guilty and you still have to try to prove him innocent

the "i trust him" "you do" sounds like Nick realized he loves Edgey during court lol

the transmitter lol

love having a good and bad ending

KISS THEN

Summary: I absolutely love the Ace Attorney games. While I think game 1 was an overall better game, case 2-4 is in my all time favorite cases. I loved the introduction of new characters while also expanding on the development of returning characters. The game itself also improved with new music and animations. The music especially was really fun and I would just let it play, especially the circus music, Edgeworth's theme, and Engarde's themes. I wasn't the biggest fan of 2-3 but 2-2 and 2-4 were stellar. I think if this game also had an added 5th case ti would be just as good as the first game. But I still absolutely love this game, definitely a favorite of mine. The humor is unmatched. I had to pause and laugh out loud so many times. The writers and animators are real comedic geniuses. I love the trust and bond Phoenix and Edgeworth form, they are such interesting characters. I also love the addition of Pearl and Franziska, we love weird girls!!! Definitely a game I'll recommend to others! Truly a great experience!

#journalsouppe #bullet journal #journal #video game journal #ace attorney #justice for all #aa2 spoilers #aa2 #ace attorney jfa #phoenix wright #miles edgeworth #franziska von karma #maya fey

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oogaboogaspookyman · 6 months

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I'm getting a concept for a series in my head due to The Amazing Digital Circus and Murder Drones...

A GRIM PLACE

Two siblings, a very mean guy and a few other two wake up in a very dark grim world inhabited by strange unsettling townsfolk of all kinds, kinda like The Owl House- actually it's very based on The Owl House now that i think about it

There's one tall man in a suit, who i'm calling Cragas, also a very unsettling resident, whose voice i imagine is like that Trollge voice from The Blueballs Incident but like. Expressive and not robotic, like when he says "oh i'm not gonna kill you, at least not yet" it's not soulless and robotic, it's expressive and lively like- "oho no i'm not gonna kill you... At least not yet~!". Yes his personality is very very Alastor like, as in- he's goofy and really fucking scary and mysterious, very secretive and hides a BUNCH of things

The world this gang is stuck in is called Everdark, a very grim and scary place that reflects our world, all residents in Everdark are mishshapen, bloated, rotting and crumbling people of all colors and sizes and flavours of creepy and gross

Cragas is looking for one thing, a "crystal doohickey that is said to make a god out of a plebian" called Hopematite (yes the crystal is named after hope itself)

The remaining bits of character development and stuff is shown in the form of the gang's diaries like- oh you wanna know what's up with this guy's sudden buff in magic? Here's his diary, you'll learn real quick lol

It's a story with very flawed characters, very dark topics and grim moments and very scary unsettling things ready to drag the gang into the darkness where nobody gets out from EVER, not even DEAD just- gone for GOOD

It's pretty much half edgy half comedy half... Something else ig lmao

Oh yeah the female protag is a woman liker and her brother is aroace, there's a chick in Everdark that she'll simp over for a good while heehoo (and Cragas is very much bait, i find it funny to make a very hot character that wants nothing to do with lovey stuff lol i'm not fucking sorry)

This is my series concept for today enjoy this dumb shit lmao i had a bit of fun writing this stupid stuff

#here's a concept for a very dumb grim series lmao #series concept #open concept #A GRIM PLACE

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I got live‘sies so its time to appreciate‘sies some brackrond‘sies detailies

Not rly bc but i live how it looks like were zooming up, and then back down the lodge before and after santafee prologue

Why tf is crutchie su confused when he wakes up

Jack proceeds to sleep with one of just drawings wtf

He waves his hand infront of crutchie like „ur eyes closed yet??“

Al playing and leaning on the rail ahhhh ahshwksmdnxlxl (in case u didnt know: i love albert)

Race laughing and slapping specs

Everyone just deads in their tracks and teams up when Albert gives his coment that went to far

Finch scratching his head is so real

DID BIRD FLY TWEETY BOY JUST LEAN IN FOR A GOODMORNING KISS

AND DID GINGER MF JUST REFUSE BIRD FLY TWEETY BOY HIS KISS??

The slap on his chest like „not now honey“ 😭swejfcizp

Ike and mike arent in the same thibgy thing. For fucks sake thank god cuz its been bothering me for a while how they only get mentioned in the same context. I hate it when they do that. Wait nvm that looked like mush but it actually was mike.

Naw sniper can be so adorable

Did i mention i fucking love jojo

Smalls snd finch sharing a room ™️

Crutchie is so done w jacks bullshit

LMAO BUTTONS COMBING HIS HAIR

Albert posing infront of the „mirror“ is so me tbh

Ive mever seen anyone struggle this mutch to out on a hat as blink. All those tbh thats smt that could be me prolly

Specs babe what r u doing on the floor

Race shaking his jaket is so overdramatic and its perfect

Mush and henry are a duo I didn’t know I needed.

Why is mush acting like hes in a circus lmfao

Tommy struggling with the pants is everything

Elmer just took his cap off, put it in his pocket, and the magicaly made it apear in his other hand???

Who is tommy saluting at

Naw specs is like a big brother to livesies blink and it breaks my heart in the best way possible

Albert jumps in the middle like when i slide through the kitchen on my socks lmfao

Tbh sniper just wanted to move too

Sky. What was your thought process when you looked at darcy‘s ass instead of Katherine‘s even tho you knew this was gonna be in the proshot?

BUTTONS WTF??

Finch is such a mood istg

Snipe honey ily but you are being a little creepy

HENRY YOU JUST PUT ON THE JACKET HOW DID IT GO OFF U AGAIN?

I demant to know what jojo is doing

Ok smalls just sitting there dangling their feet is everything

BUTTONS ALSO LOOKED AT DARCY INSTEAD OF KATH WTH ?? HER ASS CABT BE THAT BAD /j

Kath awkward queen

Darcy going „alright“ like „okay thats enough, im done— your dONE“

HES SO PROUD 🥹

Specs. Going down backwards are leathers. This are stairs. Please watch where you’re goibg

RACE TOO IS EYEING DARCY INSTEAD OF KATHERINE

Istg romeo and jack r the only ones eyeing kathering wtf is thos?

RACE LOOKS AT CRUTCHES SO KNOWINGLY LIKE AN INSIDE JOKES UNDER BROTHERS LMFAO I LOVE THAT. THEYRE MAKING FUN OF JACK TOGETHER AHSHWKENFN

Ok so elmer actually looked at kath but he honestly just looks angry

Tommy boy save me, youre the only normal person here!

Nvm

Race wtf is your deal??

OKAY SOMEONE HELP ELMER I THINK HES HAVING A SEIZURE

How is blink STILL bot done?!

Jacks just talking to the air

Every single one of finches facial expressions. Like i can’t even count them all.

Hes so done lmfao

Mush? Wtf? Stop? Please?

You wanna share with the class tommy? We wanna laugh too

Buttons just watches like he just gave up like,,, ah whatever you do you

Mush is becoming a poledancer??

WJEN DID SPECS GO BACK UP THERE WTF

Race slapping buttons on the cheek like a grandma💀💀💀

We all agree that albert is that one friend where the whole friendgroup thinks he’s the token straight friends but hes everything but that, its just that he doesn’t talk about it a lot. And there’s that one friend (i wonder who/j) that knows fron experienced how thats just so fucking wrong

Elmer is like „😒😒😒—oh shit thats my cue- IM HAPPY“

So i got aprox two seconds into it and now in tired so see u lmfao

#newsies #edit later tag

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mushrooming3 · 4 months

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Hello! I’m the Artist!

A little about me and Art, Au's, Wattpad information, and links if you want to read my wattpad stories! ⬇️

I am Mushrooming3! I am a nerd who draws things that makes me happy! (The rose is a tattoo I want to have one day)

I am not a professional artist despite me drawing for so many years. I do it for fun and entertainment and it really boosts my sanity :)

The funny thing is even though I ship gay characters, I'm actually not a part of the 🌈 community as I'm in a straight relationship. That doesn't mean I dont respect those who are! I love talking and collaborating with other artists it doesn't matter to me who is what, everyone is still a person.

I am currently in the middle of still growing up as I'm in high school. So bare with me if Im ever inactive for a little bit.

My birthday Is in January

I have been drawing for about six years! Since 2018

I also have watched Smg4 since the same time!

Fanfiction/Wattpad

I read and write fan fiction on Wattpad! (Mushrooming333)

I love horror, Adventure, Fantasy, and Romance!

I am known as the author of Smg4 and the Beast, the new account one. (waiting for wattpad to delete my old crusty account floating in the internet)

Smg4 and the Beast:

My 34 one-shots:

My main Au's:

Mermaid/Merman Au

Circus Au

My Smg4 and the beast Au is coming soon!

Fandoms <3

I love so many fandoms that go to video games to movies such as:

Super Mario, Fnaf including sb, Undertale ,Cuphead

Until Dawn, The Quarry, The Last of Us

Poppy Playtime

Ghostbusters

Nimona

Marvel, DC (mostly batjokes)

Harry Potter

Lazy town (sportarobbie)

Don’t hug me im scared

Beauty and The Beast (any movie version)

The Amazing Digital Circus, Smg4, Meta Runner

How I got here

So I used to have another account on here years ago which I stopped using years ago. Something happened at that time where I had to make a new account (which is the one I'm currently using) After that I gave up and used Devinart for about a year or two. However, in my opinion, that app sucked because the app crashed all the time, and its not the best place to go to for 34 as there were a lot of haters in the platform. Let me just say I didn't really get nice words sent to me, while I tried to draw different characters and fandoms like what I do now, versus my best friend @anonymousartist1727 who paints all of the time, lots of people love her paintings (which she's my best friend and don't get me wrong and her paintings are AMAZING I love her art so much she's so freaking talented! ) but it made me realize Devinart wasn't really fit for my art “type” so I stopped my toxic relationship with Devinart and came back here realizing I left my newer account here unattended, so I was surprised when I got a notification from Tumblr saying “your account is two years old!!!” :D

Smg34 or ships in general:

But of ALL fandoms I have been really REALLY fixed on Smg4 and especially Smg34. I understand why some people think they’re brothers, but it was never said by Luke or anyone, plus there’s a lot more sussy gay moments between them vs being siblings moments. Also they have joked about it before- And yeah they look similar but that’s how it always was even with the Mario models. But this is my opinion and belief of that, the thing is if there’s a person who only sees them as siblings and in their head that’s how it is for them then that’s how it is. It’s their world not mine. And I respect that.

I ship it, I also ship Meggy and Tari, or Meggy and Desti, and Melony and Axol. Plus Swag and Chris are such a old married couple just b*tching all the time lmao

I also want to say I only ship fictional characters, never real people or actors.

#meet the artist #intro post #character art #drawing of myself #digital art #my art #smg34 #opinion #hi hello #smg34 fanfiction #smg34 fanfic #smg4 ships #smg4 au #digital artist

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Can I get Centipedes x Ragatha? (it’s a joke)

Ragatha and centipedes

jokes on you im going to entertain this because im feeling a little silly. going to be all over the place since its just a bunch of random stuff tying in with the general centipede idea future admin here VV did not think i would need to put a cw on this but this genuinely made me feel bluuuuuugh and yucky so uh. CW on talk about bugs and vague talk of infestations because the admin tried to make a hc on why ragatha is scared of centipedes in particular (admin realizes their phobia of bugs is worse than they thought by the end of writing it they just thought they had arachnophobia LMAO) not even going to bother to tag this

i think its centipedes specifically that ragatha doesnt like. shes okay with spiders, shes fine with flies, hell shes okay witih silverfish (which arguably are just as gross if not grosser than centipedes). its something about centipedes in specific she hates. maybe its the legs. its gotta be the legs

or maybe theres something else? honestly i can see her getting her little fear of the things from a prank by jax gone terribly wrong, or perhaps even an in house adventure

or maybe she experienced something with them in her real life that, despite her losing her memories, she fears the bug down to her very core. something that shook her so deeply, engraining itself into her psyche, enough to carry on even after losing everything that once made her her when she put on the headset

okay jokes aside, originally i was going to go on a tangent about how that maybe her fear came from a really bad IHA.. but now that i think about it, the idea of her going through something in her real life makes more sense. plus as much as i write about jax putting centipedes in her room i dont think he actually did... but what i have cooking in my brain far exceeds the cruelty jax would dare dish out

i dont know about you but infestations can quickly instill a fear in you. i would know personally because when i was younger roaches and silverfish were common in my house hold, especially during wetter times of the year. also crickets. and woop the admin hates all three of those bugs, deeply. can you imagine going into the bathroom as a small child, only to get up and see a roach as big as your hand just chilling in the toilet bowl. do you know what that does to a person

cue that one post where op said they were taking a dump and they poked a weird spot on their wall only to watch in horror as a hoard of silverfish started spilling out of it

genuine fear of mine i hate silverfish kid me used to avoid the bathroom because of them

so anyways with the power of my self projection, im going to apply the same idea to ragatha. maybe she lived somewhere where centipedes were common. sure they might not have been the huge gnarly ones that we all think of when we hear about these things, but i think even the smaller ones would do her in after enough time. could be a large amount of house centipedes but as stated above, it would probably drive you insane after you see enough of them for long enough

shrugs

okay psychological torment aside i dont think theres really any curing her fear if we're following this hc, like maybe you can help her build a tolerance to having them around but to actually get rid of it fully? yeah no thats going to take a lot more than you can give her in the digital circus

will NOT pick up a centipede you try to get her to hold, you could have the best intensions and it can be the cutest one ever in existence

i was going to add a lot more to this post and make this comically long but my skin is crawling (pun intended) at the images ive just put into my head. genuinely feel yucky inside

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wigglebox · 1 year

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okay, final predictions for the finale rant/ramble/whatever you want

Questions answered

i don’t believe literally everything is going to be answered simply bc there has to be a balance when you don’t know if you’re gonna get another season. i personally believe that there has to be a balance of some questions answered with some still remaining simply bc for every percent of a chance you have of NOT continuing, you have a chance OF continuing.

So here are the questions i think will get answered:

We’ll figure out where they are in terms of space and time

We’ll figure out a LITTLE bit as to why Dean is doing what he’s doing

We’ll figure out who the Akrida Queen is

Here are some of my musings going into the finale:

I personally believe everything is taking place in The Empty. If you’re new around here, I am a BIIIIIIIG subscriber of the Chuck Won theory, and in order for this theory to work in my head, I need it so that Dean was never actually in Heaven when it came to 15x20. Neither was Cas.

It’s my personal opinion, and I’ve chatted about this on @endofthebookpod with @jewishdeanwinchester and @evergreencowboy who also have brought this idea up, so i guess it’s a collective opinion lmao, that this is all taking place in the empty.

There’s also the First Draft theory that @evergreencowboy has mentioned on the podcast way back in the beginning and that we keep mentioning because it can also coexist and blend with the theory that they’re all in the empty.

I think theories of this taking place in The Empty were solidified with the last episode and Limbo and the circus and all that. Fake happiness, accepting and processing reality to snap out of it and break free, etc etc.

So yes, I do believe they’re in The Empty. I’ve been hoping that Dean’s been in The Empty for a long long while, even before the show, given the Chuck Won theory. It will make me SO happy if this is where this is all taking place.

I don’t believe Cas will be seen.

This may be an unpopular opinon but I don’t want any Destiel reciprocation on screen until the continuation. I personally want the prequel to exist as its own thing with some character development for Dean in the background.

Now, I don’t mind parallalels and threads to Destiel — we’ve even gotten those already — and I don’t mind Dean mourning or mentioning Cas. But, I physically don’t want to see him until there’s an Empty rescue primed and ready to happen in the continuation.

I am aware of the fact that Cas is awake in the Empty, everyone and everything is, however it feels like it’s too soon to reunite Dean and Cas on screen and I wouldn’t want that happening on a spin-off — i need it to happen in a continuation.

However, it would be very sweet if there were mentions/threads/insinuations to the relationship/how dean feels, etc etc — with just the knowledge that Cas doesn’t know it yet.

But, above all else, I really want this show to exist as its own thing and as world building and rule building for how the Empty works if that’s indeed where they are. The Empty has virtually no rules for its existence other than a select few from OG SPN so if this is indeed The Empty, a pocket universe inside The Empty, what have you — then I would hope that more rules are established for it.

Questions remaining

Here are my questions remaining and that IDK if they’ll get answered in the finale but I’m okay if they aren’t

Why is Carlos so associated with death imagery?

Was John talking with anyone when he ‘died’ for a hot second in the vampire episode? And if so, who?

Who is The Witness? [I think if they’re real it’s either Chuck or it’s Dean]

Are these the real John and Mary?

What exactly are the Akrida? Does The Empty hold them and since Jack woke everything up, they’re out and about?

Are Gabriel, Chuck, and Rowena OUR Gabriel, Chuck and Rowena? Or are they actually from the 70s? [my guess is that they are ours, and that’s why we’re in The Empty]

Is Betty an Angel?

Why does Dean have the samulet dangling from his car?

Why isn’t Sam there?

Where TF is Deanna?

Okay I think that’s it for now. I probably have more.

But lord I’m so excited for tonight.

#long post #spnwin #spnwin spoilers #spnwin spec

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original-character-championship · 1 year

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Bracket H Round 1

Poll 24

Skitt & Ena & Olive (@bootsieboots) vs. Apricity Nix (@decapod-appreciator)

495. Skitt & Ena & Olive (@bootsieboots)

skitt usez any, ena usez they/it/she (bc of her eczema), and olive usez he/they

The TL;DR 4 them is that theyre little fucked up guys living in a circus 2gether. Skitt is a repressed traumatized clown amphibian, Olive is a sweet jackalope who acts like an asshole as a defense mechanism, and Ena is a chaotic little shithead w a short fuse, whos actually secretly the mom friend. I like to put them in2 situations in my head and then never write said situations down. Also theyre all aspec and trans.

Skitt:

he is simply a little guy! (puts him thru the horrors puts him thru the horrors p) Oh, hes a bit fucked up actually.

-a mishmash of basically any amphibian features i think r cool! It is also a clown! Isnt that silly? Well its actually 4 trauma reasons. Lol. lmao.

-has rejection sensitive dysphoria and wants every1 2 love him so much all the time. Cries and throws up when it inevitably doesnt work out.

-ADHD!

-super in2 fashion and makeup. Can u guess why? Trauma reasons, of course! Honestly most of her hobbies r rooted in wanting 2 escape something.

-i cant think of anything else non-spoilery 2 put here. Uhm. ze really likes bubble baths and swimming.

Olive:

A little skrunkly autismic sourpuss. He wishes that he cud b more sincere w people sometimes, but every past attempt has been met w people shutting them down, in 1 way or another. The only person in the world he feels even mildly comfortable around is Ena (and later on in the story, Skitt).

-acts like an asshole around most people bc theyre used 2 being seen as one. And by asshole, i mean a little quiet, sulking, wet cat in a corner of the room who makes angy faces at any1 who invades their space.

-mute! This is bc bunnies do not have vocal chords. Communicates thru sign language and annoyed noises. Screams when overstimulated. Yes, bunnies can scream, just not using vocal chords. There r also other sounds they can make! (mostly annoyed sounds. He does purr as well! Just like a real bunny)

-very in2 music. Plays the harmonica and other woodwind instruments that r easy 2 steal. Can they play good? Uhm. havent decided yet actually.

-has a sort of heart shaped facial scar and a broken antler he got from entirely mundane causes (antler is permanently broke, dont question how that works bc i dunno).

-very incredibly touch averse, only tolerates Ena’s touch. theyre also fat and very fluffy! Great 4 cuddling! But he wont let u. Sorry.

Ena:

Money gremlin!!! Chaotic anarchist motherfucker!!! Probably owes u money! Is currently being gay doing crime. In this world, 1 does not have to pay/steal 2 survive, but Ena does it anyways 2 fuck shit up and stir the pot.

-escaped from a shitty orphanage w Olive.

-horrible anger issues. If Olive is a sourpuss, Ena is a bomb waiting 4 an excuse 2 go off. This is bc in the orphanage, they learned that no 1 wud listen 2 them unless they scratched and fought and clawed and bit and punched. (and shocked!). Shes generally chill tho, just, its easy 2 get on her bad side.

-sorta the therapist friend, bc its good at telling ppl what they want 2 hear. Her charismatic attitude also helps when scamming people.

-uses prosthetics! In this world, aquatic animals r given the ability 2 stay on land 4 extended periods of time via prosthetics! Want 2 know more? Ask me :>

-basically blind. Electric eels have awful eyesight, and shes no exception! She can only see bright lights and colors. They use electrolocation 2 get around. (please ask me what it is if u dont know, i am v happy 2 infodump abt anything oc related!)

Remember kids, a vote 4 my ocs is a vote 4 disability, queerness, anarchy, the found family trope, little guys being put in situations therye entirely unequipped for, furries, and much more!

Skitt has a triangular dress with purple and yellow split colors, and purple leggings. Pointy, slender legs. A long pointed yellow hat with a little green thingy on top (idk what to call it). Blue eyes with froglike pupils. Minty-green, short, curly hair. A classic clown makeup look (off-white facepaint, a clown nose, and pennywise-esque makeup lines going from the bottom of his eyebrows to the sides of his mouth.

Olive is a jackalope with short, olive/forest green hair swooping over one eye. His eyes are the same color as his hair. Most of their fur is darkish brown, while his belly, his inner thighs, and lower left arm is beige. their right arm, lower legs, and the top of their ears are black. Only wearing black arm warmers thanks to sensory issues.

Ena is a vaguely pirate-themed girlie. Dark brown skinned, with grey arms and greyish legs. Big thicc tail. Mostly black hair. Tattered black shorts and an even more tattered, dark green crop top. Has red eyes and a red sash tied around its waist. Lots of little spots all over their skin. lazy-eyed.

496. Apricity Nix (@decapod-appreciator)

she/her

she's a werewolf she's aroace she stalks people on accident. she didn't know what a crime was until the police went after her. her best friends are a supervillan and a failed actress. she thinks she would make a good detective (she wouldn't). she's fun and friendly and sweet but still a fully thought out character. she runs away from her abusive home to find her sister and in the process finds a whole new family. she even takes down the government.

Pris is a short, pale girl with black hair styled to look like wolf ears. she has brown eyes with diagonal red pupils and a bit of a snaggle tooth on one side.

#oc championship #tournament poll #round 1 #bracket h #495 skitt & ena & olive #496 apricity nix

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