#Tadc kin

[dollarstore-kins]

Gummigoo stimboard!!

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-Mod ET

[drawingmaria]

Gummigoo 🐊💛💚

[spyderlondon]

@pannyprainer

Based on this animatic

My Queen, Her Servant

CW: Grief, self harm, suicidal idealization/thoughts, hearing voices, written by someone who lost their dad and is still grieving

DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT IN THE RIGHT MINDSET FOR THIS! EXTREMELY HEAVY GRIEF AND ANGST!

It was night, at least the simulated version of night, within the digital circus and nearly everyone had gone off to bed. Everyone, that is, except for a certain kingly chess piece who had just finally left the comfort of his pillows. Something he only really ever did if he wanted to spend time with the others, forced to go on Caine's adventures or at night.

At night, he was able to think clearly for a while longer than usual. At night, he could remember her. He could remember how she was no longer around to keep him company. He could almost hear her if he pressed himself as close to the floor as possible, he could just imagine what she say when he was still around while she had been banished to the cellar. He could almost hear her begging, demanding that he'd join her.

He squeezed his eyes tight, slamming his fists into the sides of his head, just enough to leave small, almost unnoticeable dents. No one had said a thing about them unlike her, she was the only one who had noticed during his entire time at the circus. Only she ever stopped him, he could still feel the light, chaste kisses on the dents anytime she saw them. She was his savior, the only reason he felt he could survive for so long.

At least.

Until she left him alone.

He saw the colorful eyes appear in his vision again, beckoning him. Telling him to join them, join her. He would never have to be alone again. He could stay forever with her. He would never be able to escape but why would he want to when he could be with her.

No.

NO!

NO!!

He slammed his fists angst his head again, denting a bit more. She wouldn't want him to follow her down, she'd want him to live and get out even if she wasn't with him any longer. She told him that before she was fully gone. He felt his chest tighten as he thought about her longer.

Another slam against the sides of his head.

He forced himself to stand and leave the pillow fort. Staying there gave him too much time to think. He needed to move. He needed to work. Get his mind off of his grief. There was something more important to do than focus on his own sadness. Something more important than him.

He went into his long abandoned room. It was covered in a giant mess: molding trash, his bed completely unmade and dirtied with dirt, everything one could imagine to make a room dirty- it was there. The only thing out of place was the pail, scrub and small hand towel- which is what he grabbed before he shut his door. He had no need to be such an alien room longer than he had to be.

No, he needed to be elsewhere. She needed him elsewhere. He was her servant and he needed to serve her. That was his mission. That is why he stayed even when she was gone.

He set the bucket, that was now filled with soapy water, down in front of a door that wasn't his. A door that had the picture of a black queen chess piece covered with an X. His queen. He was just her simple servant.

He placed a hand on the picture with a sad sigh, closing his eyes for a moment. He didn't notice a small jester peeking outside her door at him, seeing a tear fall. Or how she looked up at the picture that his hand was on.

No. By the time his eyes opened again, the hallway was as empty as before. He let out a shaky breath as he pulled out the keys Jax let him borrow every night. He didn't even need to look, he just got her key first try which he used to unlock and open her door.

Everything in the room looked like the complete opposite of his. It was pristine, barely any specks of dust, it was as clean as clean could be. But the queen's servant knew there could always be more to clean, more to fix, more to do. She may no longer be around but he could certainly keep it clean. At least so it could keep his heart warm and at least allowing him to pretend she was still there.

He moved around her room, humming a song that the both of them enjoyed as he swept, mopped, dusted, and scrubbed. Making sure nothing was out of place, nothing was still dirtied. Everything needed to remain clean like his image of her. He paused at a picture frame.

Her image was clear but all he could see of himself was a man who loved but failed to keep his love alive. A pathetic whelp of a man who deserved to be in her place down in the cellar. She was the perfect one. She was the angel. She could've kept everyone sane and happy and kept them from ending in the cellar. He couldn't. He just hid. He was already losing his mind. Why he was still around? Zooble was right, he should've been the next to go. Not Kaufmo.

He hit the sides of his head again, a crack beginning to form on either side.

A word painted in red just behind the nightstand. He hadn't noticed it before, had he? Maybe he just missed it. Or maybe he left it there himself to make himself think about it. To give him an out. He wanted an out.

He moved the nightstand, kneeling down as he let himself stare at the word: Exit.

The word seemed to echo from everywhere in the room, coaxing him to listen. To let himself go. No one needed him up here. Everyone he knew from before was below. She was below.

He let himself listen. He let him see the colorful eyes. Maybe he should just let himself go? No one seemed to need him up here.

She is below

Your friends are down here

Everything is false in the circus

Why stay? Give in.

Give up.

JOIN US!

He felt his body begin to tingle with each echo. He was about to fully allow the echoes and eyes win but

A hand gripped onto his shoulder gently, breaking him from his reverie. He screamed in surprise although it sounded like fear or desperation.

His eyes looked manic for a few moments before his vision and mind registered the small, extremely worried jester who pulled her hand away and held it in her other, rubbing them together.

She was saying something but he could only barely still hear just the echoes. They were still calling for him but her presence made them muffled.

He saw her kneel down next to him- such a small little jester. She didn't belong in this circus... she should still be able to be around her parents... but the only parent she had was him. She chose him. He never understood why.

She put the scrub brush in the soapy water and used it to clean off the red paint that he was staring at. Gently. He could tell she didn't want to ruin the wallpaper underneath.

The echoes became quieter. But they still refused to leave him entirely. Not yet.

She noticed his dents and cracks on the sides of his head. He felt her wrap a bandage around his head despite how he wasn't bleeding. How silly. But why did it make him feel warmer?

She helped him up. He moved the nightstand in place. She said something muffled but it sounded like she was praising his queen's room. It made him feel lighter. Happier.

She gently took one of his hands, leading him out of his queen's room and to a room he only vaguely recognized. She said something about a surprise and that everyone helped.

She opened the door.

The room was almost as sparkling clean and beautiful as his queen's. It felt like a room fit for a king, not a lowly servant.

Everyone was in there: Ragatha, Jax, Zooble, Gangle, and Pomni went inside from behind him. They were all smiling. Smiling at him- even a tiny smile from the uncaring rabbit and something akin to a smile from the mix match.

He didn't understand why. Why they did this.

His eyes landed on a picture frame that held a drawing inside of it. A drawing of the entire troupe- including those underneath. All proudly standing around two chess pieces who were obviously in love.

It broke him.

He fell to his knees and trembled. Sobbing. Wailing.

Everything he kept inside for all these long, long years. All coming out in hard, crashing waves.

Everyone in the room knelt down, hugging him gently. Holding him as protectively as he's tried holding them.

Maybe he could stay a bit longer.

Maybe he was wanted.

Maybe he wanted them as well.

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A/N: This one hurt to write. The entire time my heart was thinking of my father who passed away back in December. How hard it was to lose him and how, even now, I'm grieving.

Grief doesn't go away. You can only try to help it ease up. Don't let yourself fall.

[circuskincare]

🎪 Step right up, ladies and gentlemen, and prepare to be amazed! Welcome to Caine's NEW kincare circus, where all sorts of fictionkin or otherwise alterhuman identities can come together and FEEL VALIDATED!! I also accept requests for Fictives. 🎩✨

I am Mod Caine, and I’ll be your ringmaster and new helper through your Otherkin journey! As of right now I am accept requests for all sources, but I reserve the boundary to deny your request if I feel the need to. Keep in mind that I just made this blog, so I have not quite sorted out the rules yet!!

So, take a seat, fasten your digital seatbelt, and send in an ask! I’ll get it done for you in due time. As of right now, I can currently offer you:

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Gif Icons!

Moodboards!

Wallpapers!

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I hope to see you in my inbox soon, and create something that can be both useful and leave you breathless.🌟✨

- Mod Caine, He/Him. Carrd pending. Account moderator is an adult.

[roseleijon]

I definitely don't kin gangle.. Definitely not/! /lh

We like jax in this house..

[spacedreamon]

hey could i request a moodboard for the sun from the amazing digital circus, plaese? with some images of clouds in the blue sky, maybe some rainbow and yellow or sunny themed plushes or blankets and stuff, maybe some plastic random or multicolor bracelets, and knives definitaly knives, sorry my spelling sucks.

for tags, fictionkin and fictive both work, as im a fableing. i guess you could put that too...

thank you if you get to this request!

Here you go!

[just-a-local-abomination]

[soldier-requests]

Oh I was hoping that was what that was... can I have a Jax one pretty please? You wanted to make Amazing Digital Circus stuff and Jax is the only one I really. Know about lol

-🐺🫀

YIPPIE !! and yes sure :33. i hope you like them!

sources: one, two.

[the-kinfesssional]

the list of kins starts now with probably one of the bigger ones being

Pokemon- 34 kins (stretched across fictionkin, ockin, and otherkin)

Cookie run- 32 kins (four ockins the rest are canon somewhat)

Dream smp (the bad source)-22(one oc kin the rest are damp and adjacent kins)

hermitcraft- 10 (All somewhat canon kins, sept doom guy who is non canon but heavily headcanoned as being two peoples dad)

genshin- 4 (aether, scaramouche, Lyney, n venti. weirdest combination ever)

sanders sides- 4 (one oc the rest are canon)

regretevator- 6 (roblox games are fun)

cult of the lamb- 1 just the lamb

yandere sim(gods help us these sources)- 1 (ayato, the male stand in for the yandere main character)

the binding of issac- 1 (Azazel, lil demon guy)

Omori- 4 (kel, basil, omori, sunny)

yo-kai watch- 1 (casanono)

Henry stickman series- 1(Charles)

RTGames miitopia playthrough- 2(magical john and chat)

food fantasy- 2 (Coffee and chocolate)

kid Icarus games- 2(Pit and dark pit)

stardew valley- 3(elliott, shane, and krobus)

IB- 1 (Garry)

the amazing digital circus- 1(Jax)

FNAF- 3(Vincent, fnaf movie mike, and jeremy Fitzgerald from a altered rebornica au)

john doe- 1(john doe)

Danganronpa(the gods do not hear our pleas for it to stop)- 4(ockin, shuichi, nagito, kiibo)

vocaloid- 2 (Len and KAITO)

Kirby- 4(Kirby, Marx, Taranza, Meta knight)

Legend of zelda series- 7(JUST A BUNCH OF LINKS and one sidon)

Mario series- 1(Luigi)

splatoon series- 1(Ockin replacement for agent 8)

Wild kratz- 1(Martin)

Phighting(another roblox game yay!)- 6 (One noncanon/ockin the rest are from the source canonically)

phoenix wright ace attorney- 1(Phoenix)

the ugly duckling analog horror somehow- 1(younger version of the ugly duckling)

the stanley parable ultra deluxe- 2(Narrator and timekeeper)

don't starve- 3(Wilson, Wes, and Webber)

Mystreet/diaries(?)- 1(Zane Ro'meave)

that should be it, sorry for the long list we have alot of sources... -🕯️🐑🗡️

Intresting, and that's ALOT of kins.

/lh

Also dies I can't include every single one of your sources . Stupid Tumblr tag limit

[sodatabs-ontherun]

the tadc coping kin won't leave my alone

Thanks tadc edits

[dollarstore-kins]

Transgender/Bisexual Pomni icons requested by Anon!!

-Mod ET

[villainkinconfessions]

I have entirely villain fictotypes and for most of them feel some form of guilt for what I did but as Jax from TADC I feel bad about literally nothing. I was a fucking asshole and I'm gonna get worse as the series goes on according to Gooseworx and I do not feel bad about any of it whatsoever. In fact I'm proud of my asshole-ery honestly

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[alterhumannerdygoat]

it's so fun seeing fan content of caine now, since i have the sense of whether it's in character for me or not XD Also I've heard other fictionfolk say it, but it really is cool seeing fanart of yourself :3

Though the fandom mischaracterises me as evil WAY too much. I'm just a silly guy who doesn't fully understand the humans and does what I'm supposed to! /lh

[findthebae]

Jax from The Amazing Digital Circus fictive. (I know.) Looking for anyone from source, or anyone in general who’d wanna talk. Be an adult or else.

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[haunted-plush]

Are you otherkin/fictkin and want a chill server with some fellow kin folks? Well you're in luck! The Pillow Room is our little corner of discord to hang out, chat roleplay, or whatever! We have tupperbot and we're age regression friendly! [We already have a Sans kin [Undertale], a Jax kin [TADC], and me!! For more details shoot me a dm!! :3

[moonpool-system]

maybe I will make a tadc fictive server, damn. Shits hostile out here. like if youd be interested (open to kins too ig i dont really get them but the other frequent fronter sure does)