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[2-dsimp]

Since URIEL isn't ready Seraphi is off limits and Azrael isn't a good father figure.... *👹 UMPS ON JERICHO👹* "👹👹GIVE ME UR BABUIESSS 👹"

𝚌𝚠: 𝙽𝚜𝚏𝚠 𝙼𝙳𝙽𝙸 𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎

➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵

𝙿𝚘𝚟: 𝙹𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙻𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕 𝙶𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚐𝚎

➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵

[krow-draws]

Im obsessed with her 🫵🫵🫵🫵💥💥💥💥💥

[yuki2sksksk]

Do Cybertronians medics have those writings like humans doctors though.

[scribbly-artist]

Are You Smiling?

Summary: Jax doesn’t want to talk about what happened at his employee evaluation… but at least he can make sure Pomni doesn’t suffer the same fate. Kind of.

Author’s Notes: I haven’t written for TADC so this was exciting! I hope the characters aren’t OOC. I feel like as the show goes on, Jax will either become more mean or nicer (or not really caring) so I wrote him to be a little kinder… I had to rewatch the episode to see when Pomni and Jax interacted in the episode to make this one, and I feel like this would make the most sense. A ‘What If?’ situation if Gangle didn’t interrupt Pomni and Jax talking.

Thanks to the anon for requesting this one!! If you would also like to request something, my ask box is open! :)

Words: ~900 | AO3 Link

This new adventure wasn't how Pomni thought it'd turn out to be. 

At least it was better than the last one… that one was really scary. But she didn't like taking orders at a front desk, being abused by customers. They either weren't the nicest people, or they spoke too much about their personal lives (she didn't need to know all of that, thanks, Gloink Queen…) 

But she was really disappointed that she saw Gummigoo, but came to realise that he didn't recognise her. It made her feel awkward - made her feel sad. But with Gummigoo being an NPC, she didn't really know what she expected, honestly. It must be a ‘different’ Gummigoo, she supposed. 

Her elbows rested against the serving counter as her head plopped down into her hands with a heaping sigh. She frowned at all the mixed emotions inside her. The adventure today, the previous ones… being stuck in the circus. 

However, when someone came to the counter beside her, it pulled her from her spiraling thoughts. 

It was Jax, and he seemed worse for wear, too. He practically collapsed onto the cold counter. He looked like he was sick of this as well. 

“How’re you doin’?” He asked with a sigh. 

“Everything's been…” her eyes darted around at first. Why would Jax care how she'd feel? He bullies her a lot whenever he's around. She squinted her eyes at him in suspicion as she reached up to rub the back of her neck. “I'm doing… fine…” 

Jax let out another sigh as he pushed himself up from the counter, adjusting his uniform hat. “Wish I could say the same…”

Pomni frowned at him. “Why? What happened?” She turned herself to face him. 

Jax gazed over her, a frown of his own. But thinking about what happened earlier… in the room with the chair… he visibly shuttered. “I… don't think you want to know. And I don’t really want to talk about it…”

“Why not? I'm sure Gangle wouldn't do anything bad to us. I know she's a little… manic at the moment, but that's just for this adventure, right?”

“It’s got something to do with that mask Zooble gave her… she actually kind of scares me a little now.” As he spoke, Jax reached out his hands and placed them on Pomni’s shoulders.

Pomni jumped at the touch. He's never really touched her without malicious intent before. “Jax, what are you–”

“Look; just follow Gangle’s rules until this stupid adventure’s over. Zooble doesn't care, and Ragatha’s… really out of it. If you don't want Gangle to do anything to you, you need to make sure you're following her expectations. And whatever you do, you need to smile.” Jax released one of her shoulders to point his finger into her cheek to make his point clear. 

Pomni’s eyes darted to his finger on her face, and then to Jax’s eyes. “J… Jax, I don't underst–”

“Promise me, Pomni. You don't want to know what happens when Gangle notices you're not smiling.” Jax warned.

Pomni raised an eyebrow. “It's not like I can just smile on command, Jax. Especially after a day like today.” Pomni sighed and shook her head as she spoke. 

“Well then, I'll help you out.”

“What? How– pfft, hahaha!”

Pomni didn't have a moment to think or even ask what he meant. Jax’s hand slipped from her other shoulder down her arm to grab her wrist. He grabbed on and pulled her arm high above her head, then he started poking into her side with his opposite hand. 

Jax has tickled her a few times previously since her arrival at the circus - mainly to mess with her and push her buttons. At least this time, he wasn’t doing it purely for his own amusement. 

“Hahaha, J-Jax?! Why?? Ahahaha!!” she couldn't stop herself from giggling and squirming about. “She… hehehe!! She'll hear!”

“I know. But at least you won't be able to wipe the ticklish smile off of your face.” He had to smile too - he always did whenever he messed with Pomni. Though, this time, he was doing this to look out for her. 

Jax switched to squeezing Pomni’s upper ribs, which he knew drove her absolutely insane. Pomni squealed, tugging on her arm to try to move away. But Jax had a pretty good grip on her. 

“I-I'm smiLING! JAX, I'M SMIHIHILING!!” Her voice rose as the ticklish feeling overwhelmed her. She didn't think Jax would let up, until… 

“Jax, stop messing around at the front counter! What if a customer comes in?” Gangle’s voice could be heard from the other end of the restaurant. “I pay you to serve customers and clean the store!”

Jax slowed to a stop, Pomni could finally catch her breath. “...She doesn't pay us at all…” he groaned, letting go of Pomni’s wrist. “Look, just remember what I told you, okay?” Jax eyed Pomni, she nodded in understanding. Jax turned to leave. 

“Jax? ...thanks for looking out for me. For once.”

Jax turned her head as she uttered those words. He gave a small smile as he walked off into the back, letting his smile do all the talking.

“Alright, Gangle. What do you need me to do now?” Jax’s voice faded out as he moved to the back of the establishment. 

Pomni placed her hands on the counter, easing her breathing. The smile was indeed still on her face after all of that. 

It was nice that Jax was looking out for her. 

[spookythesillyfella]

they make me want rip my brain out of my skull ...........

★ original template under cut :

[phantomwithbreakfast]

𝚃𝚘𝚘 𝙰𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚃𝚘 𝙻𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚃𝚘𝚘 𝙰𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚃𝚘 𝙳𝚒𝚎

×͜×

Prologue.

⟢ Danny Phantom Phan Fic • Genre: Angst / Tragedy / Psychological / Horror • Overall TW: Strong Language — Mental Health Struggles — Suicidal Ideation — Violence — Parental Neglect — Emotional Abuse — Graphic Content • M rate (+16!) due Graphic Emotional Intensity — CW: Character Death

Summary: “It’s the end of me. I didn’t want to feel and kiss your lips, I wanted to feel and see you suffer instead.”

AO3.

FFN.

Other Phan fics here.

Under the ‘read more’ line you’ll find the full art piece at the bottom + more. TW/CW: Gore — Vivisection (But we’re used to it by now, aren’t we?).

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐦.

It’s the end of me. I didn’t want to feel and kiss your lips, I wanted to feel and see you suffer instead. I saw him. Me. Him. My own reflection. You didn’t do this. I did. But that wasn’t true. We’re the same, aren’t we? Two halves of a broken whole. This wasn’t about them. It never was. This was about me all along.

☻% x ـــــــــــــــﮩ٨ـ

I stood there. Frozen.

My eyes locked onto my white-gloved hands, stained in deep crimson. Blood seeped into the fabric, dripping in slow, deliberate drops that echoed louder than they should have. My eyes drifted down, following the deep red river that spilled across the floor.

She wasn’t moving.

Her body lay still, sprawled on her back. Her eyes—lifeless, glassy—staring unblinking at the ceiling, delving for something that wasn’t there.

My chest heaved, gasping for air that refused to to come, as my mind spiraled into a storm of chaos and despair.

What…

What the fxck just happened?

My whole body trembled, shaking under a burden. The effort of standing was too much—my knees gave out, hitting the ground with a hollow sound. I collapsed, crumpled like a broken doll.

Devastated.

I changed—transformed.

Human.

My body felt heavy, mortal, fragile. The tears fell unbidden, carving warm, fragile paths down the frost of my hollow cheeks. A guttural sob broke through, followed by another.

I couldn’t stop crying. I couldn’t stop breaking.

Whimpers tore out of me—feeling like little pieces of my soul being ripped apart. My breath broke in jagged gasps, each inhale a blade slicing deeper into the hollow ache of my chest.

With the last shreds of strength clinging to my shattered body, I dragged myself forward, smearing her blood beneath my hands and knees. The trail of crimson followed me, marking my every trembling inch. My arms shook, my knees scraped against the slick floor.

Her blood was everywhere—on me, around me. Just… everywhere.

I reached her side and stopped.

The world spun in a blur of red and black. Everything felt too quiet. Too empty.

In that silence, I crumbled. Her absence crashing until I was nothing—just broken sobs and trembling hands, drowning me into an endless ache of what I… of what I could never undo.

…

“You really don’t want to do this. Trust me. Who’s going to protect this town after all, if you shoot me?” Danny said, forcing a grin that felt painfully fake.

“What use would I have for you if you’re… dead?” Her tone shifted slightly, dipping into something that sounded almost sinister. “No. If I killed you, I couldn’t examine you. I couldn’t study you the way I need to. You have to be conscious for that.”

Danny’s grin faltered and swallowed. His stomach twisted at her words, but before he could say anything else—before he could even move—there was a flash of light.

And then... there was nothing but darkness.

⟢ All this time that I was working on this art piece, I had a pang feeling in my chest. Guilt. Empathy. Compassion. I even cried at some point. I blindfolded Danny for a while, and did the eyes as final.

⟢ The art piece itself is a mix up from my dissection—vivisection stories. Plus, other ones that are about to follow, like this preview of the prologue.

⟢ It’s possible I might still change the prologue up a bit.

⟢ I’m so, so, so fxcking sorry Danny. (╥﹏╥)

♫ ▸ MOMMA’S BOY. :3

“You’re a ghost. You can’t feel pain or experience any emotions. But you? You’re so… Fascinating.”

“Why did I… deserve this? Why? What is it that makes me… interesting? That you have to… vi—vivisect me?”

⟢ Only the bad memories will last.

[ashrillvenheim]

Some love for this two :3

[averlym]

fairest of the fair

[wrathomantic]

in a perfect world that would be me with my face in his tits but alas.

This drawing is in reference to the scene at the very beginning of his route when we hide pressed together in the backroom of a shop. I included a just Keir version becuase I was just too happy with how he turned out to have him partically covered

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[2-dsimp]

POV: You made Jericho get too excited 👀

@cabieb

[spark-hearts2]

Cut Content From Chapter 3 of Therapy but It's just Zooble Interrogating Caine

Since I'm gearing up to post it, I've decided to drop some of my favorite lines that unfortunately didn't make it. Give it a read and question where the hell the context went.

“But, if you wanted to make one of us blind, you could. Don’t make me blind! This is just for example!” Pomni rushed out. That was the issue, right? She shouldn’t have said to do something to herself.

“Why would I do that? The Circus is a visual environment, it’s not designed to be accessible to the blind.” Caine asked back, slightly offended.

“But you are able to.”

He huffed. “Yes, I am able to. “

“I can interact with your senses directly, but as you have seen, it’s clunky and intrusive. I’m not supposed to interact with them like that, my access is just for calibration tests” he stated, clearly a little annoyed.

___________________________________

Pomni: “So the fact that I am currently thinking, is proof that my body is out there? Headset and everything still on it?”

Caine: “Hmmm, yep! I don’t know about the headset everyone keeps talking about, but most likely.”

Pomni: “So, then why can’t we remember anything?”

Caine: “Hmm? Are you having memory issues?”

Pomni: “I only can’t remember my real name?! Is that because of the Circus?”

Caine: “Hmm? No, of course not! I wouldn’t ask for your name in the introduction if it was expected that you wouldn’t remember it! I had to add that line about no one remembering anything after joining because everyone complained about the lack of warning.”

Caine: “I have no possible clue what could be causing that issue. But, I don’t know how your memory is stored, so I don’t know how your memory could have been dumped.”

Caine: “Again! I know I said it to you day one, I can control everything in the circus, but not your mind, as your mind is not in the circus”

“That’s not what you said on my first day” She pointed out. That implied something very different than what he said before.

“Eh, paraphrasing.” He dismissed.

___________________________________

Caine: “When you all are able to leave, I think I would like to see the outside. See beyond that exit everyone talks about”

Kinger: “You would?”

He’s been told so much about the world outside. And very vocally about all the differences between it and the circus. There are things that he’s been able to act on, like the design and placement of the stars, to things that would take too much power to implement permanently like better water physics for the lake. But, often whatever is described to him is things he does not even have a proper reference for. Like how it feels to write with pencil on paper.

But that’s too much information. Instead, he keeps it to something that he can visually perceive.

“Yes. I was told the sunrises are… different. More unique”

Kinger hummed. “It’s not too different from this… I think”

That was partially because Caine had been subtly improving the sunrise the second he realized that Kinger was going to watch it. He usually kept it pretty simple, as there was no point in rendering a dynamic set piece if no one was around to watch it. But if he noticed anyone was watching, he would quietly adjust it to be a bit nicer. More rays on the sun, greater range of color, re-enabled cloud movement so that the sky changed over time. Things like that.

And muting the Sun, of course.

“Maybe a- a webcam in an HDMI port, that'd do the trick.” Kinger mumbled. Caine glanced at him curiously, but he didn’t elaborate further.

__________________________________

Caine: “EVERYTHING in the Circus can be broken down into ones and zeros. It is called the amazing DIGITAL Circus for a reason!”

Caine: “But, obviously, your little human heads don’t work in ones and zeros. So, it gets translated in a way that you can understand”

Caine:“That data gets packaged up, like this cube here, and gets sent to you. I can see and track that data, but once you have it, I can no longer see it”

Caine:“Every nanosecond I am sending data to you. And your sending data back, of course”

_______________________________

Pomni: “Could you prevent someone from joining?”

Caine looks uncomfortable. “I have considered that.”

HE HAS?!

Caine: “You already know how I can’t make an exit, but to remove an entrance? If I can prevent the connection from being established, then no more people would get stuck here!”

Caine: “Which wouldn't help any of you, of course. But prevention can be just as good as a solution!”

Caine:“But it didn’t work”

Pomni:“Someone still joined.”

Caine: “Worse, they spawned in at the center of the circus, coordinates [0:0:0]. Currently, that spot is in the void. Not a good way to start the day, haha.”

Caine: “After that, I stopped looking for ways to hamper the connection process. It is simply too risky.”

______________________________

Pomni:“Are you connected to the internet?”

Caine:“I don’t know what that is”

Pomni:“Like, Wifi? Ethernet?”

Caine: "Pomni, If I can be frank" Caine: "I'd have to change my name!" Caine: “But, you and everyone else are the only external connections to the circus. So, unless you are connected to ‘the internet’ and can forward information to me! Then no, I’m not”

_______________________________

Caine: Check it out! I'm essentially a walking debug stick! Pomni: A WHAT??!!

[bloody-little-duckling]

A goodbye to a friend a daughter

My honest reaction when I realized I messed up the skins after finishing the base and moving on to rendering.

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[sourcitrusjuice]

i can feel the knife twist in my chest

like a key going into a lock

the cruel evidence of it trickling down my breast

scarlet hues soak and blotch

i have been rendered a fool again

as i collapse, waiting for eternal rest

i don't feel the pain

as i give up and let it happen again and again

it's almost like a sick relief

my heart bleeds

knowing i will never be free of this grief

as my stupid hopes and dreams die like weeds.