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perpetualcynicism · 1 year

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i am so, so tempted to develop a dark magical carnival or circus au with some of the genshin cast… not x reader necessarily, although you can imagine it that way if you want, but rather headcanons and short descriptions about their roles as performers in slightly uncanny acts.

for example, scaramouche is a marionette without a puppeteer; he’s made half of wood and moves jerkily like a puppet on strings, but nobody controls him.

there’s also mona, the illusionist who conjures up images from water and creates reflections and mirrors that make it seem like she’s everywhere and nowhere at once, disappearing from one end of the tent one second and appearing on the other side the next.

or you could go and see xiao’s act as leaps blindfolded across a tightrope, dodging flaming torches and balancing on his staff all the way. he never falls off the tightrope. ever. some say he has bird claws for feet, and hidden wings.

albedo is an option, too, turning caged doves into basilisks into harmless lizards, and even splitting himself into two copies of himself who work and talk and move in unison.

you can see baizhu, the contortionist who moves like a snake and has a forked tongue and slit pupils, whose assistant herself is a little frankenstein, who needs stitching up now and again so she doesn’t fall apart at the seams.

candace is known for hypnotism and psychosis, with a voice like smooth velvet. she sends people to sleep with her blue eye and reads their minds, sometimes even futures, with her gold eye, but never tells anyone just how much she’s seen.

they also have kokomi, the mermaid, who swims in a large, dark tank overgrown with algae, webbed fingers pressing against the glass to stare at passersby. sometimes she does tricks, like a dolphin, and is fed live fish as a reward.

yunjin sings and sends her audience into a trance. nilou is on the silks, twirling through the air like a sycamore seed. itto is a strongman with the horns of a demon, and has been said to ever shatter diamond. klee escapes a little cage before the bomb in there with her detonates. kazuha plays music on leaves and throws them like knives, pinning audience members to a board by the threads of their clothes. barbara mimes, and climbs invisible ladders high into the air. they say her voice was stolen from her.

yae miko organises the events and runs the carnival. yelan makes sure those who visit neither steal nor smuggle; those who do are never seen again. sometimes strange howls can be heard from cyno’s tent in the dark hours before dawn, after all the performances are over.

so come over, buy a ticket! visit the carnival tonight, because you won’t see the likes of it again! (we do not take responsibility for any missing persons or injuries that occur throughout the performances.)

#can you tell that i’m a fan of ‘dark (insert some magical thing)’ aesthetics #fairytales… circuses… carnivals…#i’m basically in love with uncanny fantasy #i have so many ideas for this circus oh my god #genshin impact x reader #scaramouche x reader #mona x reader #xiao x reader #albedo x reader #baizhu x reader #candace x reader #kokomi x reader #and so forth #this is not me abandoning my dark sorcerer au so don’t worry #i’m working on chapter four and it should be done… relatively soon #and this wouldn’t be a continuous series; rather a collection of scenes/descriptions and whatnot about each act and the general carnival

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chebyreksan · 4 months

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I hope you’ll like it :,)

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the new amazing jester Pomni!!

#hmmmm the real magic circus au? hmmm #the amazing digital circus #tadc caine #tadc pomni #pomni x caine #tadc #sorry if you see mistakes (

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lovelyroseghost · 2 months

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A little “Keep your hands of the Digital Circus!” redraw I made, because why not😉

Opposite AU belongs to @diggirigg💕

#the amazing digital circus #tadc #tadc ragatha #tadc jax #tadc pomni #tadc au #magic art book

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kanerallels · 8 months

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Kanera + that circus AU of yours, please?

THANK YOU FOR THIS HAVE A DRABBLE FULL OF BRAINROT

There was very little that Kanan loved more than performing. The rush of adrenaline before he stepped out into the ring, the warmth of the flames swirling around him as he spat flame into the air and made it dance for the entrance audience. It held a magic like almost nothing else.

He loved it. And the one thing he loved more was watching Hera perform.

To be fair, he loved watching Hera even in the most mundane of circumstances— when she was making coffee, or helping him wash up after dinner, or looking after her psychotic horse. Even when they stayed up, late at night, coming up with ideas to save the circus that would never work in a thousand years, he found himself watching her. Her expressions, the way her brow furrowed and her fingers tapped against her coffee mug when she thought. The way her face softened in a very particular way when she talked with Ezra.

But when she performed… it was more than magic. It was transcendent, watching her gallop around the arena, performing tricks on the back of a speeding horse that made his heart skip a beat just to see. But more than anything, it was the smile she wore at the end. Not the one she gave the crowd, the dignified yet warm smile of Hera Syndulla, trick rider extraordinaire.

No, he meant the one that she gave him, the exhilarated grin that she shot his way as she led Chopper back to his stall. The smile that said, Did you see that? I did what no one thought I could do, what is supposed to be impossible.

Kanan had fallen in love with that smile, and he suspected he fell even deeper in love every time he saw it. Which was why he always stayed to watch Hera’s act, no matter what. Even when he couldn’t see any more, he stayed to watch.

Wild horses couldn’t drag him away.

#thanks for the ask!!#star wars rebels #swr #kanan jarrus #hera syndulla #kanera #circus au #this feels very on brand for me #kanera fluff that ends with a pun #writing stories is a kind of magic too #swr circus au

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meegan420 · 8 months

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Ring Master and Master of Illusion”Tricky”Ricky

#a redesign with sound and new light effects #circus circus #hamster #clowns #magic wand #Magic fantasy #clown #kidcore #circus #circus au #magician #disappearng act #circus acts #circus clown #clown oc #clownblr #circus act

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messymakesmarvelousmagic · 2 months

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I feel like they'd be friends

#nintendo #kirby au #kirby #kirby series #meta knight #tadc #the amazing digital circus #messys magic ☆

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dent-de-leon · 4 months

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Gawain and the Green Knight really is so good...something about knights and courtly romance; Gawain being torn between mortal fear and chivalry, his own morals and what's expected of him...the trust, the warmth. The betrayal and forgiveness...also--gay--

#I just read a lovely comic for it and just. love love gawain and the green knight it warms my whole heart #my ancient medieval blorbos #I am also now having the most self indulgent circus man and magic man thoughts because...knight or royalty au...very fun for them I think--

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sherbertclown · 1 year

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me and @poisonouspastels talked about if Rainbow ran the ice cream shop from the FNaF movie and Baby worked there cause yknow ice cream and Rainbow was some fucking overseeing boss that scared the shit out of everyone

#fnaf #fnaf au #circus baby #chicas magic rainbow

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baura-bear · 9 months

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hii i’d like crutchie circus AU thoughts pls

*holds out my hands*

pretty please??

How could I forget crutchie?!!! Ok ok ok!

So I think he would be a front of house clown (I just made up that term but it makes sense in my head) like he’s interacting directly with the audience before the show and before everyone’s seated. He makes balloon animals for the kids and knows a lot of magic tricks (him and Jack practice with each other and give each other pointers or say what they can improve upon) he also does classic clown stuff like spinning plates and juggling. He also likes to play pranks on audience members before the show.

I think he wanders in and out of acts as a familiar character so he might not be there for the entire scene but the audience will recognize him and he’s a very lovable goofy clown.

During the show him and Jack have an act together. It’s the classic stupid and clueless clown. Jack is “trying” to hit him with throwing knives and Crutchie keeps avoiding them because of ridiculous coincidence and luck (one instance includes the knife sticking into his crutch)

Sometimes he joins Katherine’s act and pretends to direct traffic (traffic being her horse) while she’s doing stunts on the back. He’s also (once again) a target this time for her archery but he actually has stuff for her to hit like apples and other stuff.

Occasionally appears in Brooklyn’s act as someone for Spot to lift and as a target for the other girls pyro

Obviously they don’t do the same act every night so sometimes Crutchie joins some of the other boys and does aerial lyra and cyr wheel acts (out of clown dress obviously)

I didn’t mean for him to be such a target but everyone loves him and he really loves pre show getting to warm up the audience and get the excited and just generally get a feel for the crowd

#newsies #I think him and Jack are both really good at up close magic and slight of hand stuff #crutchie newsies #crutchie morris #newsies au #circus au #jack kelly

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im-bush3d · 10 months

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... Could anyone give some Lyney/ Heizou/ Cyno/ Albedo/ Kazuha brainrot/ ideas? I need some now

#I'm really feeling Lyney rn #I'm also incredibly tempted in writing a kind of magical mysterious possibly angsty circus au with lyney and lynette #I would also want to possibly write about their childhood and how they were brought up #Or maybe how they may be puppets #I love the vibe of mysterious magical circuses #rayne’s random thoughts #Lyney #Genshin impact #lyney and lynette #I'm starting to obsess over Heizou again #Ahhh #genshin cyno #cyno imagines #heizou imagines #genshin impact heizou #lyney x reader #heizou x reader #albedo x reader #cyno x reader

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howtowhumpyourhiccup · 6 months

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The Axe & The Dragon

Prologue

Summary: A Circus and Magic AU mixed together. For months Hiccup has been missing and Astrid promised his parents she would find him. Whispers lead her to Fantasmania; a place where magic, greed, and dragons collide.

Warning: /

Rating: General

Characters: Astrid, Hiccup, Heather, Johann

Pairing: Hiccstrid

Words: 2 008

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Prompt: Memory loss

Whumpee: Astrid

Author’s Notes: Suddenly got this idea a couple of months ago and I needed an excuse to post it, found it in this AI-less Whumptober prompt and my lack of ideas for the actual day 17 prompts.

Enjoy!

@ailesswhumptober

XOXOX

Fantasmania. It’s the name of the circus Astrid has been trying to track down for months now. Like most it travels, that's why it’s been so difficult to track down. She followed lead after lead, go told flyers shoved in her face, hisses and whispers were all she had to go on. One would think a traveling circus would stand out, but it was like this one didn’t want to be found.

Luckily, she’s persistent.

Despite the journey she had to make to get here, Astrid finds herself admiring the sheer size of the tent towering over everything. It’s gigantic size reaches for the skies, hiding the caravans placed strategically near the back. It’s a blood red color with golden flags on strings connecting the main mast to the other poles standing in support of the heavy cloth, rows of the gold hang on the rim. They make it stand out even more against the greenery of their surroundings. There’s nothing but trees beyond the plains Fantasmania has decided to settle.

The carriage she’s taking a ride on comes to a stop on the dirt road, the coachman halts the horses.

“We’re here, missus. Fantasmania,” he says gesturing with the whip towards the entrance of the tent. It’s wide open, welcoming guests from all over the area.

And perhaps welcoming new artists as well.

Astrid glares at it in suspicion, elbows on her knees and her antique axe over her shoulder. It belonged to the Vikings once and it still looks that way. If not for her gentleman’s vest and pants, it would stand out like a sore thumb on her. Instead, all of her is strange.

Her mission is not quite suited with a dress and corset.

She can already feel it. Her fingers are tingling, butterflies are fluttering in her chest.

There's magic here. The rumors are true.

"Thanks," the woman thanks him and gets off. She might come across as a bit rude, but the ride here from the nearest town was unpleasant.

The coachman clears his throat, she gazes up at him from over her shoulder. He extends a hand towards her and Astrid sighs. It’s only fair, she did promise him payment if he could show her where the nearest traveling circus was and he did deliver.

She pays him and he leaves, urging his two horses forwards with a crackle of his whip. She watches him go before hiding the rest of her money in her breast pocket. Just like the circus before her, it, too, is magical. Her wallet disappears into it as if it was never there at all. The previous owner of the leather vest she wears is a fan of pockets that are bigger on the inside. And there are four of them.

Swinging her axe back over her shoulder again, Astrid takes her first steps towards the big red tent, there’s determination and strength in her stride. She can already hear music playing, though there’s no show scheduled. Someone must be practicing.

Passing some kind of imaginary threshold, the tingling she started feeling moments earlier suddenly becomes so much stronger and she halts. She has to struggle for a deep breath, that’s how thick the weight of magic suddenly is. Looking down at the ground, she notices she’s passed a couple of strangely white crystals.

Boundary Stones.

They must’ve been placed all around the perimeter. They’re usually placed for several reasons. For protection, for example. Or as she thinks is the case here; to hide something.

The sudden growth of magic in the area is certainly something they’re trying to cover up.

It makes sense. Magic, while perfectly legal, is still seen as taboo. Whoever owns this place wouldn’t want to scare paying customers away, certainly not when they happen to be sensitive.

But her senses going into overdrive isn’t the only thing that’s happened since she crossed the threshold. She’s getting stares.

A clown in full face paint, but in his underwear with his clothes under his arm can’t keep his frown away from her. A crew man passes her by, his gaze not obstructed by the hay bail he carries uncomfortably on his back. An acrobat who’s clearly not chilly stares the newcomer up and down with her hip cocked to on side, her mirror in hand yet forgotten. Just as Astrid watches people go about their business, they watch her.

Initial glances aren’t very welcoming, though the tent’s figurative open arms say something else. She’s clearly trespassing here.

But if Astrid planned on letting a mere couple of unwelcome stares keep her from what she came here to do, she never should’ve left home in the first place.

So she readjusts her axe, puts on her best game face, and heads on over to the tent. She wants to talk to the person in charge and one place to find him would be the center of the circus.

Walking in, Astrid finds that her earlier assumptions about the music are correct. There is someone preparing for the upcoming show.

The current act enjoying another round of perfecting is a knife-throwing act. A skinny man with a beard wearing a multicolored suit with stripes that shimmer in the spotlight holds four knives by the blades in each hand. He shows them to the absent audience.

“Here they are, my esteemed guests!” The tune played by the circus band takes on a different and quieter tone as the knife-thrower begins his speech.

“These are the knives that I will throw at my lovely assistant!” The man has a sing-songy voice as he explains his act. With a swift motion, seven of them disappear in their individual holsters aligning his belt. The eighth he holds up, showing off the bejeweled hilt as well as the long blade. Even from this distance, Astrid can see how razorsharp it is as it gleams in the light. She knows her weapons.

The band dies down completely.

“Please, give me silence, dear guests. For this part I need absolute concentration. Please wait with bated breath!” The artist takes the eighth knife, now his first, and Astrid gazes upon the assistant for the first time.

She’s a lady around her age, scantily clad with an overwhelmingly decorated one-piece. It is covered in rhinestones that make her shimmer in the spotlight. Her thick black braid hangs over her shoulder as she stands in front of a big angry bull’s eye covering a hay bail. She stands still, her smile big and unwavering.

She seems strangely familiar. This despite the swan-like mask hiding most of her face.

Just as the performer asked, Astrid waits with her breath held. Mostly because she’s nervous about someone other than her throwing weapons around. Especially when they’re being thrown at someone and she’s not the one throwing them. The drum in the band returns with repeated strikes and a quick rhythm. She tenses up as the knife is lifted, held by the very tip. Absolute silence adds to the tense atmosphere when the drum suddenly stops again.

After a momentary eternity, he throws the knife. It soars through the air in only a split second before an audible thump. The woman steps away from the hay bail, a triumphant trumpet plays as she presents herself. She’s unharmed. The knife-thrower throws his hands in the air, too.

“Thank you! Thank you!” He cheers as if able to hear deafening applause.

Astrid decides to make his dreams a reality. Her axe falls with a heavy thud on the ground, head embedded in the dirtied carpet, and begins to clap. Immediately she gains all of their attention.

“I’m sorry?” The man’s tune changes at the interruption. “The show isn’t until tonight, young lady.”

“Oh, I’m-I’m sorry, I’m not here for the show, I was looking for the man in charge and I couldn’t help but notice your excellent performance,” Astrid compliments him. It’s always the best way to get on someone’s good side and perhaps get something in return. In this case, Astrid wants the location of the ringmaster.

“Aha! Well-“

“Wait, Astrid?” A familiar voice calls to her, the woman takes off her mask to reveal the face hidden behind it as well as all this shiny stone.

Astrid lights up.

“Heather!” She shouts out her friend’s name and climbs into the ring. Heather has barely opened up her arms before she’s in them. They hug each other as tightly as they can, nearly falling over in the soft dirt. Astrid pulls away.

“Heather, is this where you’ve been this entire time? At the circus?” She asks her, desperate for an answer.

For months her friend hasn’t given her a sign of life. Not a single letter, not even to her penpal, Fishlegs. If she and the others weren’t already knee deep in problems, she would’ve gone looking for her by now.

But that she finds her here… Maybe it’s fate telling her that she’s in the right place at long last. Months of searching… of worrying… Her journey might actually come to an end.

“Uh… yeah,” Heather replies nervously with a shrug of her shoulders. “I’ve just been here. Thought that I needed a change.”

Astrid pulls away from her friend completely. Her nervousness doesn’t go unnoticed by her, but she chooses not to mention it. Until she feels like they’re free to talk, she won’t mention anything.

“How are you? How is Windshear?” She asks instead and watches as Heather visibly relaxes.

“I’m okay, she’s okay-“

“Excuse me,” the knife-thrower interjects. “But we are on a very tight schedule. Heavens, I wouldn’t know what the Big Boss will do to us if we don’t perfect tonight’s show.”

He chuckles anxiously and Heather tenses up at the mention of this “Big Boss.”

“Johann’s right, Astrid. It’s been really great seeing you again, but we only have a limited time to practice. So if you could go,” suddenly, Heather turns her around.

“Just… go home. Tell Dagur I said “hi,” she pushes Astrid towards the entrance with some hurry.

“Go home? Dagur? Isn’t he here with you?” Astrid asks, grabbing her axe before they make her leave without it.

Heather stops coaxing her out the door. She regards her with a look of utter shock. “My brother? Here? No, he’s supposed to be-“

“Okay, Johann, not that I want to rush you, but if we have to wait any longer for you to “perfect” your newest move, Toothless will eat someone. Probably you.”

A fourth voice steals the show. Someone else besides the band joins them and Astrid whirls around to face them so fast she might actually hurt herself. She knows that voice. It’s all but engraved into her soul.

Time stops. Her heart may have as well. The world melts away and nobody exists beyond the two of them.

“Hiccup,” tears well up in her eyes as she chokes up. There he is; the person she’s really been looking for all this time.

Hiccup stops in his tracks upon hearing his name, but Astrid starts, running towards her boyfriend.

“Astrid, no!” Heather’s warning falls on deaf ears.

“Hiccup!”

“Careful!” Hiccup yelps as she throws herself at him. He loses his balance as he catches her, they both fall to the ground. There’s a dramatic “ow” moaned, but she pays it little heed. Her tears flowing freely, she squeezes the life out of him before peppering him with kisses. Finally, she stares at the face she’s been missing for months now.

“You’re okay. You’re alive! I was so worried about you, we all were!” She cups his cheeks. Her smile is wide and bright.

Hiccup takes her hands away, worried. He shoots Heather a glance and that’s when Astrid reads the room. Or she at least tries to.

Something is terribly wrong here.

“Astrid…” Heather speaks her name, but nothing else leaves. She doesn’t know how to say it.

So her boyfriend says it instead.

“I’m, uh… This is going to sound really awkward, but, uh… Who are you?”

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oliveoilghost · 3 months

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He didn’t know the World of Life housed humans with such power. He didn’t know she housed such power.

She seemed so meek. So kind, so gentle. He let his guard down. Anyone would have done the same around her. But the moment he relaxed, the hunt began.

Jax knew he couldn’t fight Gangle. If he did, the others might hear and he would lose their trust. And if he lost their trust, then the whole plan would fail.

He would fail.

So, all he could do was run. He was glad that Zooble’s house was so big, for it meant there were less dead ends. He guessed that was the perk of having rich parents, although it probably wasn’t common to be the victim of a whip yielding magical girl. Perhaps he should have sent himself down as the son of a financially sound couple….

Darting through the halls, he couldn’t tell whether the footsteps that echoed were his or hers.

Finally, he found a door that led outside. Jax practically fell onto the ground as he desperately clawed at the knob to open it.

He didn’t want to admit he was scared. He swore (and still will in the future) that his heart rate had increased only because he was running. He swore his movements were more sloppy only because it was late at night and he hadn’t warmed up.

He swore he never screamed when he saw Gangle - now Cure Ribbons - staring down at him from the top balcony.

Jax’s hand darted to his pocket, searching for his wand. It took some time, but he found it and managed to transform into Cure Spring.

He hated this form for what it stood for, but he loved the power it gave him. With it, he was more nimble, more swift, more graceful.

Jax had no time to make a plan, however, for the moment he transformed, Gangle dropped from the balcony, sticking a perfect landing in front of him.

Thus commenced the standoff. Neither one moved. Jax didn’t know why.

This girl… she didn’t seem human anymore.

Jax was sure she was, but… the look on her face said otherwise. It was all shadow, aside from the one eye her mask didn’t cover.

Her stance was firm, like that of a predator waiting for the right moment to pounce. Before, she was so easy to read. Now, Jax couldn’t even tell who she was anymore.

The silence of the night was broken finally by the mutter of one word.

“Liar.”

The right moment had come, predator charging at prey.

Jax barely had any time to comprehend what was happening when a whirlwind of whips came his way. He tried his best to dodge, but even with his increased dexterity, Jax was struck countless times.

There weren’t even any openings for him to counterattack. It was just assault after assault after assault.

Perhaps that was a good thing. Then the rest of the precure would only see his side of the story.

But he couldn’t help but wonder…

Where did all of this strength come from? Had Gangle always been this powerful?

It was almost like Jax was accepting the beating. He wanted to fight back, to stop this blitz, but he physically couldn’t. Countless times he was knocked down, countless times he was temporarily rendered imobile.

He could see blood seeping through his clothes with his blurred vision.

The precure never drew blood.

Was he about to die?

Was he really going to lose his life to this meek girl?

And then, there was an ear shattering scream. As sudden as they came, the lashes ceased.

As his ears rang and his vision started to clear, Jax saw another body standing outside now.

Ragatha? No… she was transformed into Cure Buttons.

She was holding her bow as if she had just shot one of her needles from it. But if she didn’t shoot it at him, then who?

His eyes wandered the courtyard until he saw a body laying on the ground, motionless.

Did… Ragatha shoot her?

Jax didn’t have time to wonder when everyone else came out.

A few people, he was too disoriented to tell who, came to his aid, while someone else ran over to Gangle’s body.

Questions were asked by the others, but Jax was trying too hard to stay conscious to answer them.

It wasn’t long before another scream ran out, but not of pain this time. This time it was anger.

Jax managed to sit up just enough to watch Gangle being restrained by Zooble. Her movements were erratic and she tried to break free from their hold, but it wouldn’t work.

At first, she could only scream in fury. But then, she started to sob.

Her wails filled the night as she cried and blubbered. All the while, she continuously condemned Jax for lying to the group, for betraying them. She claimed she “knew it all along”.

Jax didn’t know how he let himself be so transparent around her.

As sleep threatened his mind again, Jax fought it off long enough to watch Gangle switch from sobbing to laughing maniacally.

She really had broken down.

Part of the sight made him feel something different.

What was it?

But just as Jax was about to identify it, he found himself too exhausted to stay awake any longer.

#tadc gangle #the amazing digital circus #precure #tadc #tadc jax #tadc au #precure au #magical girl #magical boy #and bro went 😨

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