#floppy circus

[hahskeleton]

Gangle’s Mask

It meant a lot to her. (For the record, Ragatha made him do it)

[extra under the cut!]

Y’ALL SEE THAT LIGHT BLUSH?! That, my friends, is Gangle x Jax working magic.

I know I’ve said I hate ships before, but this one is absolutely perfect! The completely rude and funny and the dramatic and said one who laughs at jokes! It’s chemistry!

[attleboy]

Recently learned that Jax's voice was a raggedy Andy impression and that got me thinking.... Ragitha and Jax.... siblings.....i want to see them sible....I haven't seen that interpretation anywhere.... I wanna see them be like raggedy Ann and Andy if they were slightly more grown up and more angry

Anywho sorry for the no context ask, ur just my fav adc artist and I have no friends who are into it and I needed to share the brainrot TwT

-💖

awww it's so sweet to hear i'm someone's fav <3 and don't worry about being out of the blue, i actually had this exact thought when i first learned about their inspirations, so i'm glad to have the excuse to draw!! ^-^

without further ado, here's some raggedy ann & andy inspired ragatha and jax! :D

anddd a little piece inspired by the stage musical instead of the movie because that last verse from its version of rag dolly... many thoughts about ragatha

[glitch-in-the-code]

Cassidy Liu-Garfield circa 1983

[anris-resurrection]

you don't understand. I . LOVE . Ragdolls

[rococo-rosie]

The Tumblr sexymanning has started this time its this lithy twink

[kittydragondraws]

jax but he's a lop bunny

[deadpoolsmom]

anime twunk slade in my adventures with superman is so funny to me and I think people who definitely do not read or think about deathstroke getting mad at it made me like it more lmao cause it made me realize a very silly detail

it’s a story about Clark starting out as Superman so everyone is younger than their comic counterparts. That means that this young, but still clearly Adult Man’s actual arch-nemesises are currently kindergarteners, still with their parents at the circus or a few years from turning green. Which. just very funny in general.

It also means, I realized, that he still has both eyes. This is Slade early in his mercenary career, seemingly post experimentation but pre eyeloss. Which is a very specific time period in his backstory that means he has a very funny trait for an edgy floppy-banged white-haired anime man:

He is currently married but (not by his choice) absolutely not going to stay that way.

it turns out about to be divorced is literally the funniest possible characteristic for a shonen villain to Me. I literally can’t stop calling him pre-divorce era Slade.

Oooo he’s edgy he’s dangerous he’s about to get shot in the face by his (absolutely justified) wife.

This man has at least one possibly two very young sons at home. He’s currently fighting Superman to avoid parenting. He is not going to get visitation rights and he Will be dodging child support payments.

Will they change it and make his eye related to Superman for narrative reasons, not covering his family stuff? I hope not but possibly. Until that happens though Schrödinger’s pathetic loser here having two eyes means his wife divorcing him is literally always impending.

[thatstheproblemwithnapkinman]

disclaimer, i cannot write movies, this is just how i want the batman 2 to go

ok

we get a batman fight, dark and gritty but not as much as the batman 1, which then bleeds into some bruce wayne philanthropist stuff, not massively brucie wayne but it's creeping in there and we see that bruce is trying to help rebuild gotham but better ( we see this throughout the movie btw, just little snippets)

and then we see it from a distance, no people, but whisperings about something

anyway, in this endeavour to make gotham better haly's circus comes to gotham and we get shots of bruce in the audience and then the graysons die and we get more shots of the audience including one lingering on a little toddler with black floppy hair and blue eyes

batman appears and comforts dick and that's the last of that

then we cut to bruce trying to do some stuff at WE and he goes out onto a balcony or a rooftop to take a phone call or something (maybe as batman from jim gordon) and then he gets attacked by the assassin, and we don't really see the assassin in full, just a black mass with some gold flashes, and idk how but the assassin gets interrupted and jumps off the roof and bruce is still alive

so he's trying to figure out who or what that was and is looking at it on the bat computer (maybe he got some of it's clothing or something he can track) and gets a ping so goes to investigate and on the way he bumps into this little 9 year old who's on the rooftop of some building (hmmmm i wonder who it is)

it's dick, he's trying to track down the man who killed his parents (you knew this) and bruce is like "nO don't do that it's dangerous" and dick is like "but someone needs to"

anyway bruce takes dick back to the orphanage or wherever he is and has lost the trail for the assassin

this happens multiple times (montage time bois) and we see bruce finding dick on patrol, on rooftops and in dangerous situations and basically his dad senses are tingling and he decides to foster dick, so goes and picks him up and takes him to the manor

note: dick does not know that bruce is batman

anyway, bruce catches dick. trying to sneak out one night and the conversation goes like:

bruce: whatchadoin? dick: finding the man who killed my parents, people like that shouldn't be in the world" bruce: you want to kill him dick: justice bruce: murder isn't justice, it's revenge

he takes dick back to bed and goes out to finally track down the assassin BUT during this he get's a call from alfred going "bruce, dick is missing" so bruce is freaking out bc he's had this child for less than a day and he's lost him until a ransom comes up telling bruce wayne to go to x location

so he does and he himself gets kidnapped but he escapes once he's wher he should be, he suits up (bc he managed to get the suit there, either under his stupid coat or something i'm not good at this)

he finds his way to this arena where dick is being held but he's not tied up or anything, he's just kind of stood there, and there's the assassin, stood there, looking at him through golden goggles (how else would you describe it)

and surrounding them on a higher level are loads of people in black dresses and suits and white masks that resemble barn owls

it's the motherfuckin' court of owls

and bruce is like "i saved bruce wayne, i'm here to take the boy back home" and the person near dick is like "how about we let the boy choose, back to bruce wayne, where you will be paraded around as his community service project, or with us, where we can train you to get justice for your parents deaths, to take his life like he took you parents lives, and also that dude in the weird owl costume is your undead great-great-grandfather" and dick is stood there trying to choose and bruce says "murder isn't justice, it's revenge" and dick has his little lightbulb "omg bruce wayne is batman" moment, flashback to batman being the only person to comfort him at the circus, and he chooses bruce (obviously)

bruce fights the court and wins (badly injured tho) and they go home

we get a short shot of the court still existing like the gray son of gotham will be ours" and then we go to wayne manor, a few weeks later

dick is swinging from a chandelier and bruce calls for him to get down, he does and runs over to bruce and alfred in the sitting room and he's like "can i see it yet?" and bruce takes him to the batcave, dick bounces around before coming back to bruce

and bruce is like "we will find the man who killed your parents and make sure he is put away for life" and dick is like "we?" and bruce is like "yes"

dick takes the oath, which ends with the bruce calling him robin,

credits roll

[phantoms-world-and-more]

For the circus au

Aside from being an Acrobat Danny becomes a knife thrower. He sees the bats while practicing and immediately thinks they're after some of the other kids in the circus because they're a little mutated due to the meta gene. One of the girls has bird wings, a boy can shape-shift and has a monkey tail, and one of the younger kids has goat legs, floppy ears, a tail, and tiny little horns. So Danny is working on keeping the bats away from those three because he isn't letting anyone hurt or experiment on his family. One of the bats may or may not have ended up with a knife in their shoulder when they got a little too close

This is an amazing take with overprotective Danny ready to defend these kids.with his life

Anything the batfam say will just immediately make the circus more and more convinced their there to kidnap the kids and force them to become vigilantes

And the batfam are convinced their about to bust a meta traffecing ring wide open

The misunderstandings are incredible

[endomentendo]

Consider.

The Amazing Analog Circus

…

Idk where I’m going with this.

It sounded funnier in my head

Oh GOD

*it’s probably available on a floppy disk and runs on some busted old shitbox computer*

Well do I have the au for you ;3

@nobody-nexus check them out, and say hi for me

[hahskeleton]

Pomni! Pomni! Pomni!

I love the Amazing Digital Circus :D

[nonipunssif]

Bunnies :3!!

A Jax Caine, a Jax Pomni and a Jax Kinger lmao

The multiverse of swap's Jax's :O

The great digital land!Jax (Jax caine, Also the one with a yellow smile) = Me

Randomize!Jax (Jax Kinger, also the one with floppy ears) = @crystalworksarts

The swaped circus!Jax (Jax Pomni, Also the traumatized) = @tadc-swaped-au

[whomstress]

A Doll and her Favorite Stuffie

Riding this crazy writing inspo as long as it goes.

Swapped au Circus au based after @xentepez designs on twitter.

Ragatha thinks over her relationship with her special relationship with her precious Stuffie.

Few adjustments to the original au for personal plot. Jax is a crybaby light blue stuffed bunny and Ragatha is practically Barbie doll who kinda looks like Jessica Rabbit just with a more PG dress.

Ragatha ruled this place. If she was going to be stuck here as a knock-off Barbie, this was going to be her dream house. The ring leader, Pomni, was easily manipulated; the AI was annoying as hell with her chaoticness and stupid adventures, but they did care about the characters comfort. A normal person might appreciate that someone was trying to keep them sane, but Ragatha cut through the bullshit. If anyone knew how to get out of here, it was her, and if she wasn’t going to tell them and treat them like playthings, then she could play too.

All Ragatha had to do was bat her eyes and say something was "wrong.” With the illusion of a circus, she would snap her fingers to change it. They didn’t always fall for it, unfortunately. Everyone may complain that she’s selfish, but when they need something, they come straight to her. Even if Gaggle’s design was based on royalty, Ragatha was the queen of this hive.

They needed something; she’d get it, and in return, they put up with her games and demands. Gangle wanted a room built for royalty glitz and glam galore. Her room was full of digital furs and jewelry, with a bed and wardrobe that filled up half the room in less than a week. Zooble had endless spare parts to change into in a blink of an eye. Caine asked for bigger bathrooms. The oddly shaped jester was unable to fit comfortably before. Even Kinger, the resident loon, asked for a secret place to go when he needed to be alone. Well, secret to everyone but her.

It made her feel amazing. These people would fall apart without her, and some did. No one could deny she was needed, and everyone came to her. Well, almost everyone.

Jax. The one person who never asked her for anything, and she meant anything. Even when he was literally splitting at the seams, cotton puffs were falling from his body. He really didn’t ask for anything, but being the Queen Bee with a hold on one of the worker bees rubbed her the wrong way.

She started off by offering anything he could want, but he denied her. Sometimes she’d see his eyes long for something, and she’d think he’d finally give in, only to see him sigh and give up. He even offered to give her some of her wants at no charge. She couldn’t wrap her head around him, and it made her both intrigued and bitter. Ragatha soon decided he was her new favorite toy. Sure, she couldn’t get him to take anything, but he was a people-pleaser. And God did she like to be pleased.

Starting softly, she’d make his personal space her own. Legs on his lap, lounging on his shoulders, pulling on his floppy ears, making him yelp and jump. Which was adorable, she had to admit. Then, having him carry her around like a princess when she got bored or just refused to walk anymore, occasionally going into his room to take a nap on his bed because she could At first, she did it cause she thought it would set him off, but he just gave her a plush quilt that came into the room and slept in his chair. She remembers calling him a dumb bunny and leaving, feeling an unfamiliar heat in her body and face, but still coming back.

Eventually, she did find things that made him tick, but in an unexpected way. Going back to his ears while he was carrying her on another adventure she got bored on. She decided to feel a patch he had recently put on his ear that made her curious about the texture. She petted it much softer than she meant to, and she felt him shudder and nearly drop her yelling for the first time since he’d been here. “Don’t!”

Ragatha should've been furious for him raising his voice at her, but he adjusted her so she was farther away from his ears, and she could feel his heart beat practically beating out of his chest and his face engulfed with the sweetest deep blue blush she’d ever seen. Something clicked in her brain, and she giggled softly and low, snuggling closer to him. He tried to keep his gaze ahead even when he felt her eyes bore into him. Jax gulped when she pulled up and whispered in his ear, “Good to know. What a funny bunny!"

From that moment on, her teasing turned in a completely different direction. Ragatha was much more touchy, and his space was hers now. She loved watching him crumble under her stare. Making herself so irresistible that even Mr. doesn’t ask for anything would bend his own rules just to bask in her sweet touches She reveled in the way he’d melt for her, almost never granting him the first touches or kisses, connecting them in a way they didn’t let anyone else. He had to prove to her every time how much he wanted her. Like she wanted him.

Examining her nails on his bed, her eyes drift to the lanky, plush bunny, sniffling as he finishes stitching a patch on his ear. A smile stretches across her lips as she spots an opportunity too good to pass up. She moves quietly to stand behind him and puts herself in view of the hand mirror he’s looking at to examine his stitchwork. Spotting her, he jumps in surprise and rips the leftover thread hard from his ear, knocking himself down and causing a new set of tears to fall.

“Jezz Stuffie, it’s one thing to be a cry baby, but do you have to be so clumsy too? It makes it hard to like you.” She winks, flopping herself directly into his lap instead of helping him up. His breath hitches at her weight but then settles for whatever she has in store. It’s not good to fight her too much; he learned that not long after he got here and has been reminded every time after. She smiles sweetly at him, but it's predatory, like a lioness eyeing a gazelle, and he reaches for a gloved hand to nervously scratch at his floppy ears. She pinches his cheek a little rough and pouts, "But you’re much too cute to let that stop me.”

His face flushes a darker blue, and despite enjoying her attention, he knows she’s just messing with him and frowns. "Y-You shouldn’t tease people like that; it isn’t n-nice.”

“Who did this to you, Stuffie?” She hums senselessly and tugs at his newly sown ear, and he winces and whines a bit, which makes a mischievous smile spread on her face.

“You did. L-last night. Remember?” She snaps her fingers as if she really forgot and nods. She was a little rough with him last night, wasn’t she? It’s not like he didn’t like it as much as she did, given the way he encouraged her at times.

“I’m sorry, does it really hurt?” She says, giggling, and this makes him pout and look away.

"Awww, don’t be like that bunny doll. I can make it up to you. I’ll be nice today.” She says this, bringing her lips to the newly stitched spot in a long, soft kiss. Jax gasped with a shiver. “You know how I feel about you, don’t you?” She says cooing, closing in on his personal space. Eyeing him the entire time as she leans in, reveling in the way his heart starts beating so fast she can feel it under her palm and his flush turning a deeper blue.

“Not r-really.” he whispers, just as she’s about to place a kiss on his lips. Even as his eyes are hooded, he waits for her to move in.

Ragatha stops, though, and pulls back. “What did you just say?”

Oh no.

“I-I meant-” He starts to defend himself. But she instantly interrupts him with a glare.

“Go on.”

He tries to get the courage to speak up again, but all he can muster is a hushed, “You said you’d be nice.”

As much as she wants to pull exactly what he meant in this very moment, Ragatha, despite popular belief, didn’t actually like when he looked genuinely scared of her. Sure, she liked making him anxious and squirmy, but that was his default anyway. She frowns before blowing out a huge puff of air, forcing herself to relax a bit. “Don’t look at me like that. I hate it. You know I’m not going to hurt you.” She says moving back away from him more. Looking away with a serious pout this time.

Jax calms down, instantly feeling guilty, and moves to bring her back to him. She brushes him off, and his face gets a bit more serious. “I’m sorry.”

This was not the right thing to say, as she glared while still looking away, now crossing her arms and rolling her eyes. “Don’t apologize. Tell me what you meant.”

There’s an awkward silence, and he watches her and finally says, “Are you going to cry?”

Her head snaps at him, and her anger is back in a moment. “No, Jax. I’m not going to cry just because my boyfriend thinks I’m a manipulative monster. I’m not a pathetic child like you." She spits out the last part.

He initially winces, but then a look of sympathy comes over his face. He knows her. She’s doing this because she feels weak. If there’s one thing she never wanted anyone to think, it was that she was anything less than a person with a will of pure steel.

She’s angry, but he can see the hurt in her eyes as well. He didn’t mean to upset her, so he gives her what she wants and says, “I never said that. I j-just meant that sometimes I’m not sure you like me.” Her expression turns to a frown, and he continues, "Sometimes I feel like I'm more a g-game than anything. And i-if we weren’t stuck here, you wouldn’t want me…”

For a moment, she examines him, softening before glaring again and hopping back completely into his lap, wrapping her legs around his waist and grabbing his overalls, pulling him in like she’s going to headbutt him, causing him to yelp. “Listen here, you dumb bunny. I have never and will never do a damn thing I don’t want to. Are we clear?”

He nods with a gulp, and she searches his eyes for any traces of doubt left and must be satisfied because she pulls back with a smile, brushing out his overalls where she gripped them. “Good. Now that that's clear, I think you owe me something.”

“I’m s-”

She stops him. “Not that.”

Once again, she adjusts herself on his lap, so she lazily lays her arms around his neck from above, giving him another predatory grin. She grabs his ear and pulls it back until his neck is exposed, and she instantly works on leaving her brand on his skin. He gasps, wrapping shaky hands around her. Letting out a whine, asking for more.

“Silly rabbit.” Slowly moving back, she goads him to open his mouth and descends with a hushed “Tricks are for kids.”

[wakebymoonsleepbysun]

Untitled Caine x GN!Reader oneshot because why not

EDIT: A more polished version of this is now on ao3!!

After writing something close to 20k words of Stereo Souls this week I needed a quick break, and came up with this while half asleep and feeling mopey. It's self-indulgent so if you find yourself thinking "He would not fucking say that" then yeah, you're probably right but eh, this isn't a Caine character study. 🤣

If I ever think of a title and edit this I might put this on ao3 cuz again whynot.

(Sidenote: Yes, the reader appearance is based on the TADC sona I designed for myself. At the time I referred to the sona with she/her pronouns because I didn't mean for it to be anything other than a drawing of my own sona. But I assure you this reader is gender neutral despite sharing a design with a she/her character.)

Word count: ~1700

You’ve lost track of how long you’ve been stuck in the Digital Circus. You think the time is best measured in months, not years, but Jax has suggested otherwise a couple times. But you can’t always tell when Jax is lying to upset you, or telling the truth to upset you.

You try not to be upset at all.

Easier said than done in this place, most of the time.

Caine makes it easier, though you seem to be in the minority with that opinion. His games can be irritating sometimes, but you sense he is trying to make them fun…and the banquets and parties he throws for you and your cohorts afterwards are usually nice.

You think he’s improving, but every time you mention that possibility Jax lets out a cough that usually sounds suspiciously like “Stockholm”. 

It is after such a party you’ve slipped out of the tent to wander the grounds on your own for a bit. The sun has gone away for now. You don’t think describing it as having “set” is accurate, but in any case, the grounds are bathed in the bluish glow of nighttime. The moon herself seems to have dozed off in her perch among the chalk stars, so she pays you no mind.

Like the other humans (or perhaps former humans) here, you were given a new form when you arrived. From a distance, you could be mistaken as one of the more humanoid characters, but up close that illusion falls apart. You’re essentially an animated pile of clothing. A hoodie, with the always up hood serving as your head and cartoony, ever malleable and expressive pair of thick glasses serving as your eyes. Your legs are a pair of jeans, the bottoms of which rest on the ground like a floppy pair of feet.

When you’d first caught a glimpse of yourself in a mirror, you’d thought you were invisible…but there’s no invisible body beneath your garments--the garments are you. 

You don’t remember your past life--nobody here does. But you know bits of it, and you feel like in some ways you know yourself. Somehow the idea of you being invisible, faceless, nondescript and barely noticeable feels…Well, it feels like a predictable outcome in many ways. As much as predictable outcomes exist in the Digital Circus, anyway.

The others all seem to have something pulling them back to the human world, even if they don’t always know what it is. Jax less so, and Kinger seems to forget the pull just as much you’ve all forgotten what’s pulling you, but it’s there all the same.

Less so for you though.

You just can’t help but feel…you don’t have much to go back to.

Your moping is interrupted--as it often is--but the sudden appearance of two large eyes immediately in front of you. Green and blue.

“Hello there! I was wondering where you’d gone off to,” Caine says, floating back a pace so his eyes aren’t dominating your visual field.

“Oh, uh, hi Caine,” you say, lifting a floppy sleeve in an imitation of a wave.

“What’s gotcha so blue, pal? Aside from the obvious,” he says, gesturing at the artificially blue lighting around you two.

You let out a little laugh at the joke, wringing your sleeves together. “O-Oh nothing, Caine…” you say.

He’s quiet a moment, then lets out a thoughtful hum. “Hmmmmmmmm?” he muses. His eyes stay in place while his mouth and body rotate around them until he’s upside-down. “Nothing?” he repeats, a layer of dubiousness making itself known beneath his usually pompous tone.

“N-Nothing you need to worry about…” you correct.

Caine abruptly rights himself, giving the top of your hood a gentle tap with his baton, causing your hood--your head--to deflate slightly. 

“Nonsense!” he cries as you try to push your hood back into a head-like shape. “As ringmaster I am in charge of ensuring all characters maintain their happiness and sanity!” he cries, his irises “closing” into little crescents…which is about as close as he can get to closing his eyes.

At your silence, his eyes open again and he floats downward, leaning in close. “Is it because Bubble didn’t save you guys any angel food cake? I told that little parasite--”

“It isn’t that!” you say quickly, holding up your sleeves and quickly shaking your hood.

“Oh. Excellent!” he chirps. For a moment, you hope the tangent had distracted him, but you realize he’s still looking at you expectantly.

“I was uh…just um…thinking about the human world, I guess…” you admit, one of your sleeves rubbing the other nervously.

“Ahhh yes, that whole affair,” Caine says, his tone both pompous and commiserating. He floats down to join you on the ground and begins walking beside you. “I do apologize for how long the Exit Door is taking. I do still have some new ideas I--”

“I’m not worried about the Exit Door, Caine,” you say. He’s talked about making one before, and you’re told when Pomni arrived, he’d come up with something pretty convincing. But it was no real exit. None of you are sure if his “Exit Door” talk is just another game, some new level he’s designing that he thinks will delight all of you indefinitely, or if he truly is trying to help you find a way out.

Most of the time you’re not sure if Caine even knows.

“Oh?” he asks curiously. “Everyone else is.”

“Well…I’m not not worried about it…” you amend.

One side of his upper teeth raises in an approximation of a quirked brow. “But you just said--”

“I-I mean…I’m worried about it in general I guess, but not right this second,” you clarify quickly.

“Ah. I see,” he says with a small nod. Once again he looks at you expectantly.

“Can I ask you something?”

Caine’s mouth tilts to one side curiously, but after a moment he cries “Certainly!” in his usual showman tone.

“Do you…have any data on who we used to be? Even…what we looked like?” you ask.

“Afraid not, friend!” he declares easily. “In fact, I don’t even know what humans look like!”

You falter slightly, glancing over him in surprise. “Not at all?”

“Not at all!” he says with a grand sweep of his arm. “Think about it. When would I have ever seen a human?”

“I…I suppose…” you say.

“I have inferred some things though!” he declares, raising one finger and puffing his chest as he walks. “Ragatha is the closest. Pomni being a close second. And you being…” He stops walking, one hand scratching his chin. “Perhaps a distant third?” he asks tentatively, as if he’s truly not sure.

You’re not entirely sure either. If Jax’s ears didn’t make him resemble a rabbit more than a human, one could make the case that he’s more “human” than you by virtue of having a solid shape and an actual face.

But you simply shrug and dip your hood in a nod. “Yeah, that sounds about right.”

“Good!” he chirps easily, taking a couple quick steps to catch up to you and once again fall into step beside you. “But why do you ask?”

You don’t think he’s going to stop prodding until you tell him. Or until he decides you need a new adventure to take your mind off of it. Though even after you tell him, he might still think you need an adventure. But either way, it seems your only chance at a peaceful evening is to just tell Caine what’s on your mind.

Still, that’s a bit easier said than done.

“I-It’s just…I don’t really remember specifics about my life…”

“Nobody does!” he chirps.

“Right,” you continue, not particularly phased by the interruption. “It’s…hard to explain, but…s-sometimes…when I look in the mirror and don’t have a face--a real face…it’s…almost a relief?” you say, glancing up at him.

Caine simply stares at you in silence, waiting for you to continue.

“I-I just…feel like…there was something in the mirror I…didn’t like seeing…but I don’t know why…”

One side of his upper jaw raises slightly in a curious expression. “Do you mean in a physical sense? Or more metaphorical?” he asks.

You glance over at him in surprise. You hadn’t expected such an insightful question. If anything, you’d assumed he’d take it literally--that you just didn’t like your human face. Nothing deeper than that.

But even you don’t know if it’s deeper than that.

“I don’t know,” you say. “I don’t remember clearly enough. It’s…just…an impression of how I used to feel, I guess.”

“Hmmmm…” he hums, his fingers drumming on the gums below his lower row of teeth. “Well, good buddy, I’m afraid I can’t help with that.”

You’d give a small, good-natured smile if you could, but you can’t, so you simply flop your arms in a mild shrug. “I didn’t think so. That’s why I didn’t want to bother you with it.”

“Bother? Hardly a bother!” Caine cries cheerfully. “Your happiness and sanity are my priority!” he declares, placing a fist against his chest and puffing up proudly.

“W-Well..thanks for um…checking in on me anyway,” you say, wringing your sleeves together awkwardly.

He lifts off the ground again, hovering in front of you. He lays horizontally, his hands folded under his lower jaw. “For what it’s worth though, friend…If you had a face, I’d sure be happy to see it!” he says, poking the bridge of your glasses with one finger.

You sputter in surprise at the remark, and the little touch. He…he surely meant both in the most innocent, innocuous way possible…right?

Caine’s irises close into happy crescents as he rights himself, taking your sleeves in his hands. “Feeling better?” he asks, and you think you hear some genuine warmth in his tone.

Your hood flops forward in a nod. “Y-Yes…thank you.”

“Good!” he crows happily. “Ready to head back? There’s a mousse pie with your name on it!” he grins. Then he pauses, tapping his chin with one finger. “Which I maaaaay mean literally, if that’s your fancy!”

You laugh softly. “Figuratively is fine.”

“Ah, good. Keeps things simple!” he says. He lowers himself to the ground again, and to your surprise, holds out his elbow for you. “Shall we head back, then?”

You’re surprised at the little gesture. You feel your glasses fogging up a bit but quickly lower your hood, trying not to draw attention to it. “S-Sure…” you say, looping your sleeves around his arm.

Life in the circus…isn’t terrible, you decide.

[chaos-and-clowns]

Aaaa! I'm back!!! With art of the gays!!!

Here are 2 of my OC's from the circus, Dune (Left) and Avery (Right).

Dune:

pronouns: any, but I usually use he/him /they them. Species: demon/ imp but details are unknown (😼) age: 32 (he's a demon tho, so idk) Special thing: he has little horns and some floppy ears under the hat and hair, they can also change their appearance to make it more... Demon-y.

Avery:

Pronouns: he/ him and they/them Species: was human once but after leaving the circus he became a "dripling" (a species my friend came up with that I will get tell u abt more later, lol.) Age: 35 (partner/ Stephanie NOT ROMANTIC. 31) Special thing: as a dripping he has a "partner" Stephanie, who lives in his body as a part of him (Don't know if I described that right) like a parasite.

More info soon!! (And or upon request)

[luxurychristmaspudding]

IT'S A PEDRO PARTY! 🎉🪩

down to clown you say?

-in order to not traumatise anyone, I'm not putting a picture of a clown or circus here, so just imagine-

which P-Boy is hired for tonights entertainment, and what skill are they bringing with them?

baby, it is!!!

oh boy, all i can imagine is your clown dieter. it seems like the perfect place for him, right?

but failing that, i can see marcus pike pulling handkerchiefs out of his sleeve, maybe a rabbit out of his hat? no floppy wands here, though.

if we're having a little arts n crafts evening, maybe joel can teach us some woodworking. i'd like to carve a little spoon. and then he can be big spoon.

but if we're talking entertainment, i can totally imagine javi p turning up in a slutty little police officer uniform and doing a little routine for us. you know, putting those hips to good use.

oh, the possibilities.