#dysfunctional family circus

[trouserchili]

[joeyprivate]

Yes.

[chloesimaginationthings]

This is why Michael doesn't scare Elizabeth in FNAF

[nonipunssif]

Caine and Kinger when someone steals their son's lollipop/Caine y Kinger cuando alguien le roba su paleta a su hijo:

Caine: We're going to beat that guy, Komediya. / Vamos a golpear a ese tipo, Komediya.

Komediya: YES! / Si!

But Kinger.... / Pero Kinger...

Kinger: Seriously? Are you so weak that someone steals from you? You're pathetic, Zuur. / ¿En serio? ¿Eres tan débil que alguien te robó? Eres patético, Zuur.

Komediya/Zuur: S-sorry dad.... / P-perdón papá...

(The little boy has two names, the first is "Komediya" [his favorite and the one that Caine gave him], and the second is "Zuur" [He got that one from Kinger, but he doesn't like it])

(El niño tiene dos nombres, el primero es "Komediya" [su favorito y el que le dio Caine], y el segundo es "Zuur" [ese fue de Kinger, pero no le gusta])

[runelocked]

we both know you're leaving. you just don't want to say it yet. / from mike!

FOR A MAN WHO ALWAYS HAS AN ANSWER, THE RESPONSE OF SILENCE IS TELLING. William can’t really deny it — refuses to be a hypocrite, hypocritically — but stubbornly can’t admit to it either. Yes, he’s leaving. It’s their final meal together, the Last Supper, he thinks a tad hysterically, suppressing the urge to laugh . . . And he’s been trying so hard to keep his intentions hidden. Setting down his cutlery, he wonders if making a three course meal had been the giveaway. Or maybe just the fact he’d chosen to spend time with his only remaining child without arguing or fighting.

Perhaps Mike just knows him so damn well. That thought is simultaneously gratifying and terrifying.

“ If you already think you know, then clearly I don’t need to say anything. ” He forces out through uncomfortable lips, eyeing the remains of his cold dinner rather than his son. His suitcase is packed in his room. There is nothing left for him here. Just Michael, who might be better off without him anyway. “ You seem to have convinced yourself that I am leaving. Would anything I say sway that ? ”

[grandma-susan]

:: As Sir Pentious once said. "You whores have no class!" Dysfunctional Family Circus was a great parody comic strip to The Family Circus and the humor is in line with Hazbin.

Another day, another RadioApple drawing that absolutely no one asked for

Original:

[fulltimecatwitch]

why is being the oldest child in a dysfunctional family so exhausting ? i try to enjoy myself everytime i go out with them but i return so stressed every time 😭

[imkeepinit]

[manicpixiemeatboy]

Dysfunctional Summers Family Circus ft. Logan.

[curseofbreadbear]

[Immediately, Baby was met with the result she'd hoped for; the mere sound of his daughter's voice sent him into a frenzy. One question and he was sent spiraling, reaching for some glimmer of hope that his daughter was alive, somehow speaking to him. Funny thing -- Elizabeth had ALWAYS been here, begging for her father to listen, to show her praise and affection, but he only ever showed her contempt. Despite his first-hand knowledge, he never seemed to realize that the animatronic he'd beaten and berated was none other than his own daughter...that, or he simply didn't care.]

[Baby had been holding the reigns on this manipulation tactic, but Elizabeth herself volunteered to sell the illusion; they were of the same mindset, as always. They were both furious. They both yearned for a way to avenge themselves; making William more vulnerable than ever was but a fraction of their plan, but it was delightful. Hearing the way he grieved, yet clung to this "false" reality, was music to their ears.]

[A smile curled onto Elizabeth's lips as he, wrenched with heartache and disbelief, begged her for answers. Tiny hands reached out to hold his; they were solid, real, but cold. Inhumanly so. She hoped to solidify the truth he was questioning over and over again -- was this real? Was she here? -- only to show him what a mistake he'd made, casting them BOTH aside.]

❝ Don't be silly -- I'm right here, Daddy. ❞ [She insisted, giggling, as though she'd never died in the first place. Under Baby's direction, Elizabeth slowly let go of his hands, her expression becoming uncharacteristically hostile.] ❝ You know, you ALWAYS tell me to go away. "Daddy's working." "You can't be here." "Get out of here," "go away," "leave me alone, Goddammit!" ❞

[Elizabeth took a breath, recounting only a fraction of his harsh dismissals -- every time she'd tried to speak to him, to earn his love, he'd shot her down. He never wanted to be around her. Why was this an exception? She took a step back and glared at him. While she'd been alive, Elizabeth never openly showed this facet of herself -- if it had even existed back then. Baby had influenced her in many ways, and frankly, she liked it -- she relished being able to tear into her father now, to twist his words against him, the way he'd always done. Like father, like daughter.]

❝ You've never wanted me around. You're trying to send me away again, even after I came all this way to see you. Do you hate me that much? ❞

LIKE  THE  TOLLING  OF  THE  JUDGEMENT  BELL,  WILLIAM  HEARS  HER  VOICE  AND  CAN’T  STOP  THE  VISCERAL  REACTION  IT  CAUSES  IN  HIM:  HEAD  SNAPPING  UP,  EYES  WIDENING,  BREATH  HITCHING.  What  does  it  say  about  his  memory  of  Baby  that  he  didn’t  once  consider  her  as  being  even possibly responsible for  this ?  All  memories  with  her  wiped  away  in  place  of  the  all - consuming  rage  and  despair  that  had  enveloped  him  after  she’d  taken  Elizabeth  from  him.  Faz - wrench  clattering  to  the  ground,  a  distant  task  now  rendered  unimportant,  he  picks  his  way  towards  her,  hand  white - knuckled  around  his  cane.  Even  that  feels  trivial:  his  daughter’s  voice  has  rendered  everything  else  obsolete,  and  for  a  moment,  the  swoop  of  confusion  and  anticipation  in  his  stomach  is  like  flying.

She  might  be  the  first  animatronic  to  see  him  like  this.  Open.  Raw  nerve  of  his  daughter’s  death  exposed  like  the  bloody  lash  of  a  belt  or  sparking  metal  when  William  had  needed  to  take  his  rage  out  on  his  creations,  the  creatures  that  would  never  quite  be  good  enough . . .  Lips  parting  at  the  sight  of  her,  lined  brow  creasing  softly,  he  can  hardly  believe  who  he’s  looking  at.

This  can’t  be  real.  It  can’t  be.  ( And  it  isn’t,  but  time  and  rage  and  grief  have  warped  his  real  girl  beyond  recognition.  A  few  details  don’t  raise  alarm  in  him  now. )

“ Liz, ”  he  breathes,  fondness  mangled  with  unbearable  disbelief,  “ what  are  you  doing  here ? ”  How  are  you  here ?   Is  he  finally  losing  his  mind ?   A  quick  look  around,  self - conscious,  alarmed  at  that  thought,  brings  no  comfort:  nobody  else  is  around  to  see.  “ Darling, ”  William  says,  and  it’s  a  little  strangled,  “ you  can’t  be  here.  This  -   it’s  not  possible. ”

Answering  her  question  aloud  seems  redundant.  It’s  like  expecting  an  injured  animal  to  reply  if  it  hurts  when  it’s  already  shown  its  bleeding  wounds.  William  remembers,  though  not  the  right  person;  remembers  and  hurts,  those  dark,  dark  eyes  trained  on  his  girl  in  hollow  reflection of grief  and  hope.

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Snake dance for emperors

Emperor Geta/Caracalla x fem!reader

warning : dysfunctional family, tried comfort (as much as this is possible with these two), kissing, use of dagger, smutish, some touching, written before the movie comes out characters may be different at the end

summary : With the Colosseum, other types of entertainment come to the Empire of Rome. Not only acrobats and actors but also animal tamers and especially the agile snake dancer with cobras slithering along her body caught the attention of the two most powerful men in the world. So what happens when you're in a room with poisonous animals, pressure to perform and two emperors?

info : I just love them can't wait to see how they are in the movie. I'm not fully satisfied, it was supposed to be something else (more smut) but now it is what it is I hope you like it anyway:)

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Rome, the empire of history past versus present and future. A place of aspiration, arts and philosophers who passed on their knowledge to interested minds.

Violence and entertainment by gladiators in the Coloseum and the home of two young men who could have taken over the world with laurel wreaths on their heads.

The money practically clung to their bodies no matter where they went it was the finest fabrics and colors of dye that surrounded them both, the white face makeup and the dark, mineral-infused coat around their eyes darker protruding, light hair divine as the sun, making the two emperor brothers recognizable everywhere.

With the triumph and amusement in the Colosseum, the rich and influential men also met at parties organized by the elite. Politicians, philosophers, merchants and scalpers as well as military generals could all be found there... but besides the elite there was also the untrhlatung in the form of fire-breathers, exotic animals and songs.

Showmen with magnificent costumes or the snake woman surrounded by flowers while on her light clad body the dark snakes curled along, beautiful but dangerous animals taken from the straw woven baskets on her hand along her arms skillful fingers and soft sounds of her voice with inviting and engaging vibrations of her body.

The small beads and stones on her tiny outfit covered her most necessary parts as the silk clung to her body and the animals moved across it. ,,I wonder what will happen if they all bite her," the elder mumbled to his brother, who shook his head in amusement at the comment, a hum of laughter leaving his lips, and took another sip of wine.

Geta hardly liked the party at first, but the younger knew that it was much more important to be well received not only by the senate but also by the other pillars of the empire.

They might be at the top, but without merchants, influential philosophers or even the slave traders, Rome would lack important things. ,,It would be amusing for a moment...but hardly any different than in the Colosseum," he replied briefly, not giving his advisor a glance but seeing that Caracalla's smile did not fade.

Despite the fact that he was older by a year, he seemed to have little interest in all of this, only the prospect of perhaps a little mischief or amusement had brought him out next to his brother.

So they found themselves sitting here for a few minutes, a little apart from the large tables and round corners in the rooms with the exotic pretty things from displays of dead things and old weapons to her.

A young woman arrived in Rome with one of the many circus wagons that presented themselves in different cities and entertained the people with talent for special normal amusement and no murder and killing.

She had known that the normal shows were as beautiful as they were and she always smiled when children were fascinated watching the animals and she could teach them something, so she knew how serious it was when it came to such parties, ,,The Imperial Brothers, the elite will be there...one mistake and we are next" were the words of her boss who knew that they could use any coins and let her go.

So here she was, dancing around at first, talking about the artifacts, but as soon as the torches announced the night and cast old shadows, she resumed her role as a sanke dancer and took her place.

At first, some stopped to look at her body and clothes until they were fascinated by the snake, paying attention to the connection between her and the animals, sometimes throwing flowers and coins to her for the extra money it was worth to buy new fabric.

Some even talked to her about her interest in the animals, though most of the questions were about ulterior motives for other services she no longer offered, and perhaps she kept the snakes a little too far away from her to keep the men at a distance.

She would only be here for a few more hours until she was picked up, until she saw the gold, until she saw the two wreaths, until she saw the golden hair, until she heard the curtains being drawn and she was alone with the two emperors.

She heard them talking, and in between the full words she saw their gazes, pairs of eyes looking at her as if she were long dead or undressed, or perhaps both. ,,As sorry as I am, my time here is almost at an end my Emperors" she dared to raise her voice interrupting the quiet conversation and words to the animals and relaxed slightly hoping they had drank enough to just leave, she felt her own exhaustion her feet aching from standing so much.

The moon was high in the sky, providing light in the great city alongside the fires of torches and lanterns of oil but her hopes were dashed when she saw the playfully indignant look on Caracalla's face as he tilted his head, ,,But we are still here and not satisfied," he protested, his fingers closing tightly around the goblet in which the wine floated.

Even Geta, who didn't like the party, apparently wanted relief and a reward for having to do this to, only made an almost inviting gesture, ,,I want to see her," he said and she didn't know if he meant her first or her snakes.

Stifling a sigh, she got off her little stage and approached them slowly and carefully. She had always had her snakes under control but now one mistake and they would all hang.

Geta's eyes looked into hers for a moment, not dismissively but rather challengingly, he let his gaze wander over her body for a moment, lingering on her chest, which was recognizable despite the light fabric, before he held out his hand and she offered him a middle part of the snake to stroke.

The three of them knew very well that she could not do anything except follow orders. Geta could take her here and now he could just as well have left her to his brother who could probably still put on an amusing show. But this narrow game between emperors, a powerless victim and deadly nature was much more amusing.

Almost imperceptibly, his lips curled into a smile, ,,Pretty animals, dangerous and deadly like their owner, aren't they brother?" he asked, turning his gaze to Caracalla, who was watching the whole thing with a broad smile, but his fingers were playing with his dagger, the blade moving slowly towards her.

He seemed to be only heartbeats away from carving her skin with the tip, his desire to see the blood as in the arena never seemed satisfied, ,,If the emperors allow it, will you hold her?" she asked quickly when Caracalla could finally cut her and she knelt down in front of the two of them, seeing the brief imperceptible twitching of the fingers that would not only have liked to lie on the snakes, if the knife had gone a little further up her skin, the fabric of her scanty top would have been torn apart.

Fingers that had already caressed his middle, his gasping giggles and the slight moans that came from her dancing movements, the fantasy of the gods and her being.

Sometimes more, sometimes less obvious, but he saw that she saw it. It amused him. Both brothers seemed to be turned on by the power of being able to take whatever they wanted…but they were merciful for the moment.

Before even Geta smiled at the gesture, crediting her for her courage in the face of two men who could mean her end at any time, she gave the first snake to Geta and took his hands in hers, ,,Calmly and slowly it will not bite you as long as you respect its power, my Emperor," she said, feeling his gaze on her as she slid one of the animals onto his arm and he looked at it for a moment.

,,You'll always kneel before us at your next performance," he murmured casually as if it were a thought that had just come to him, kneeling and crawling naked like a whore instead of leaving her the last dignity was the appropriate thing to do in his eyes.

,,And amuse us," Caracalla added and she found the cool point of the dagger sharp under her chin again, the older one forcing her to give him attention like a child who didn't get sweet honey from his mother, disgustingly foolish but dangerous, but Geta made no move to help her. Why, in the end, she was just a dancer, a woman a nobody compared to two emperors.

Slowly guiding the snake that had wrapped itself around her chest onto her hand, she carefully took his free hand in hers, ,,They would smell blood and devotion it would be unwise" she said not warning but rather reminding them that the black cobras were not toys, they were nature, animals that could not and would never be tamed.

The moment like a tension on the battlefield the cobra seemed to wrap itself quickly around Caracalla's neck not tight but the more it tightened despite not being a constrictor it could be dangerous.

The protection of the bond to her only went so far as the snake would obey orders on its own and Caracalla was in danger of becoming another victim. ,,Attention is wrapped around pretty things," she heard Geta say, his own fingers stroking her cheek, leaving her still paused, the cool blade of the dagger still against her neck, the younger emperor moving closer to her.

Once again a difference in power, he could have accepted the death of his brother for her, for her body, for his lust that her lips would probably wrap around his middle.

While it would probably still excite him as his suffocating brother took her cunt, this was just another thought in a moment that had an uncertain end.

Her snake seemingly not bothering him as he caressed her cheek, she smelled the makeup, the wine and the metallic gold and yet she returned the heartfelt kiss as he grabbed her harshly by the neck and pulled her close, she still vaguely heard Caracalla's gasp, which must have reached its amused ecstasy as death robbed her of its air.

She felt the dagger slip only slightly from her neck but that was all she needed to pull away from Geta with a jerk, hearing his annoyed snarl, she let her lips trail over the dagger, seeing the fascination of the two men at what she had done before she put her fingers to the blade.

,,Relax," she murmured before engaging the blond elder in a kiss, hearing the smirk that was stifled, the shake of his head and the laying down of the dagger as the clasp came off his neck after a few moments and she took the cobra back.

The moment between them was the fact of possible death, the lie obviously driven by the challenge, her uncertain determination and the deadly metal.

Taking the snakes back, she felt the burning gaze on her back just as the two emperors seemed to be waiting for a moment, the slight dull closing of the crobe the last bit of composure the two men could muster before they rose from their chairs and she felt their hands on her.

Another night in Rome for the emperors whose night was hardly different from any other, a night she had hoped she would never have to do again....but under the touch of human gods and her fast beating heart, it seemed she would never be able to tame the human snakes and their stifled sounds of pleasure and pain would be heard long into the night through their poison.

She was the first to hear Caracalla's giggle, but when she felt the cool fingers of Getas on her arm, the metal of the rings moving harshly over her skin, he turned her into his arms to engage her in another kiss while his other hand finally came to rest on her breast. He simply tore the fabric off for something else better.

His older brother, however, claimed her other half, his lips, once painted with make-up, had long lost their red and she now felt him press against her, almost obsessively taking her breath before she gasped out, her painful moan drowned in the kiss as Caracallae cut her with the dagger to get the blood.

Caracalla's fangs dug into her skin, his bites hard and sharp as he feasted on every drop of blood, a grotesque contrast to his white make-up. With every thrust, with every lustful sound, with every attempt to resist, Geta seemed to take on her strength, wrapping himself around her, depriving her of all sight, his serpentine body never letting go of her that night. Both had found the perfect prey and would leave nothing of her, for once ensnared, snakes never let go of their prey.

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[trouserchili]

[theblacksheepcz]

Hop on Digital Circus, we have:

A dysfunctional family that consists of:

Anxiety ridden jester girl that probably has the tism

Raggedy Ann

Purple jackass jackrabbit with rizz

Theatre Kid

‘Just a guy who exists’

Grumpy Enby

That one weird but funny uncle at the family reunion

Whimsical Creature with no thoughts behind its eyes

[a34trgv2]

Top 10 Cartoons I Hate But Many Others Like

#10. The Amazing Digital Circus: Yes, I'm aware only 2 episodes have been made of this cartoon. I'm also aware that both episodes have been praised by viewers and critics alike. As much as I would love to join in on the fun, I cannot ignore how badly structured it is. From the unlikable characters, the poor world building, the unfocused narrative to the lackluster jokes, poor handling of themes and lack of stakes, this it the kind of unmitigated mess that more infamously bad cartoons are ripped to shreds over. I will say that the animation and voice acting is well done so it's not all bad.

#9. The Owl House: Many people were disappointed by my disappointment with this disappointing cartoon. But no one was more disappointed that I was left cold by the show than me. I love fantasy, magic, mystical creatures and enchanting worlds. The Owl House should've been up my ally, yet in practice I wouldn't even spit in it's direction. With an irritating cast of characters, bad world building, formulaic plots, the writing was already on the wall. Then Amity showed up and it made the show unbearable to sit through. I'm all for LGBTQ rep, but I draw the line at a bully and their victim becoming and item. I'm sure Amity has some sappy sob story about how her parents pressured her into being an entitled brat, but she's still and entitled brat that shouldn't even have friends, nevermind a girlfriend, because her attitude STINKS!

#8. The Loud House: I've made it no secret that despite the warm reception and continued popularity of The Loud House, I was never a fan. I never found it funny, well written, or relatable. All I got from The Loud House was this is one of the most annoying dysfunctional families I've ever seen. I do think it's well animated and I commend the crew for moving forward with the show despite the disgraced creator's termination.

#7. Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur: I consider myself a big Marvel fan thanks to the MCU and Spider-Man franchises. I never heard of Moon Girl or Devil Dinosaur before this show was announced, so I was genuinely curious to see how this would play out. Needless to say, I was not impressed. Despite having dazzling visuals and really good voice acting, the show is just badly made with terrible writing, unfunny jokes, dull characters, and repetitive action scenes. This show clearly has its fans, but unfortunately I'm not one of them.

#6. Jurassic World: Camp Cretaceous: Those who know me know I love dinosaurs and am a huge Jurassic Park fan. You'd think a cartoon based on the series would be as exciting and interesting as the movies. Well like so many of the dinosaurs victims, you'd be DEAD WRONG! This show shoots itself in the foot by having 6 unlikable and annoying characters, and not one gets eaten by a dinosaur. Not to mention it's sluggishly paced, the animation is stiff, and the score only reminds me of the movies I'd rather be watching. Clearly I'm in the minority here as I had a blast watching ALL the Jurassic Park movies, even the ones critics didn't like at all, over this.

#5. We Bare Bears: I like bears as much as the next guy, with my favorite cartoon bear of all time being Winnie The Pooh. Despite my fascination with this big, furry creatures, We Bare Bears never made me like the main trio, much less love them. They're all varying degrees of unlikable and the show isn't funny or well written to keep me engaged. They also did San Francisco dirty by making the people so unlikable. The one element that I think would've made for a much more interesting show is Chloe Park. Her character was utterly wasted on this stupid show as she's a kid with a high IQ and is in college but still wants to be a kid. She deserves better.

#4. The Mitchells vs The Machines: As much as I like Sony pushing for more expiremental animated films lately, this expirement didn't succeed in my book. Sure, the animation is amazing and the voice acting's mostly good, but tells such a generic story, has such incompetent and unlikable characters, and I will never get over the fact that Aaron Mitchell sounds like a middle-aged man and not, you know, A CHILD! The worst part about this film is despite it's best efforts, it is just NOT funny. It relies so much on cringy, outdated memes, weak slapstick, and dull visual gags and I never once found it funny.

#3. El Deafo: I was confused as to what this show was supposed to be based on the trailer. Watching it for myself, I found that it was more frustrating than anything. Don't get me wrong, I commend author Cece Bell for turning her personal struggles with impaired hearing into a comic turned cartoon and I fully understand wanting to tell a story from a deaf person's perspective. That said, though, I just despised the execution from the awful writing, the unlikable characters to the terrible sound mixing. As pure as the intentions were, they were sorely lost in the execution in my opinion.

#2. Frog and Toad: When I was a kid, I loved reading the Frog and Toad books. They were simple, yes, but the characters were so interesting and the illustrations were well crafted. This show should've been exactly what I was looking for in an adaptation of the books. What I got instead was a prime example of how NOT to adapt a beloved children's series. Despite having spot on voice acting, the abysmal writing, the incompetent characters, and the lackluster animation really soured the experience. I know the author's children were involved in this, but I don't think they did the books justice. The show didn't take full advantage of the medium and played more like mediocre live reading of the books.

#1. Summer Camp Island: I clearly struck a nerve with fans of the show when I said I hated it. Well, y'all will be please to know that your efforts to change my mind were all in vain. I just couldn't get passed how badly written it was, how hatable the characters were, how grossly unfunny it was. The worst part is that this is a world where anthropomorphic animals and mystical creatures exist, yet they can't tell anyone about the magic on the island. To this very day, I CALL BOLONGA!

Conclusion: I'm not saying y'all are wrong for liking these show and you definitely won't see me call them "overrated." I just wanna offer a different perspective on these popular and well liked cartoons. Some honorable mentions include Miraculous Ladybug (many people love it, I can't stand it), The Ghost and Molly McGee (you all know how I feel about that chatterbox), and the "adult" cartoons that received critical acclaim such as Rick & Morty, Smiling Friends, Bob's Burgers and The Simpsons. Agree? Disagree? Let me know in the comments and I'll see you next time.

[chloesimaginationthings]

Michael is FNAF Baby's number #1 hater

[ataraxianne]

It's funny to see how many things Blitzø and Lucifer have in common: the unconditional love they have for their daughters, their special interest that results in their houses to be full of horses/ducks, the recurring circus theme, the pancakes, the way they both panic sometimes when someone brings out things they have particular feelings about, the lack of empathy and hope they feel towards Hell and its inhabitants and sometimes themselves too, the father that never fully understood and appreciated them until in the end he kicked them out and they were estranged from their own family, the siblings that did nothing to avoid it and now basically pretend they never existed, the person they loved that eventually in a sort of way turned their back on them for reasons they still have to fully understand, the aching, the longing, the craving for that home that had always been dysfunctional and full of flaws, really, but that they can't stop missing because it was their home and no matter where they are now and how much they've accomplished and done with their new life, they only wish to go back there even if just for a moment but they know they can't, they know they're doomed to never have that back anymore and worst of all they know it's all their fault-

So fucking funny