#magic circus au

[amelya-007]

TADC MLP AU Nightmare Night edition

And Jax's costume is...

[serendippertyy]

posts this and runs away so fast I trip and fall on my face

[tedbearbelly]

THE AMAZING DIGITAL SCHOOL BUS AU

Y’all…

After 30 hours and Procreate crashing 17 times. It. Is. Here. The official character designs for “The Amazing Digital School Bus” AU. Caine and Bubble will be posted later, I just didn’t want to keep y’all waiting any longer for the main cast (plus I was super excited to debut this)! This was an absolute labor of love, and I had so much fun from the beginning to the end! Thank y’all so much for your patience!

P.S. Anyone who can guess what the thing on the right side of Zooble’s head is gets Jax’s toenail clippings.

[doctorsiren]

Conman Phoenix and Magician Miles

[dallenborry]

Rarity 🔹 Acrobat

[lovelyroseghost]

My OC Fenya decided to attend the Mad Chatter’s tea party. It turned out to be much crazier than she expected😄✨

Digital Wonderland AU belongs to the lovely @endomentendo . Thank you very much for creating it! 🐌💙

[antleredweirdo]

DPxDC Writing prompt: A new circus is in town appeared seemingly overnight, a circus of meta humans with red eyes and equally terrifying and wondrous acts. It’s suspicious as all hell and even more suspicious when Jason suddenly feels overwhelmingly compelled to join it when he sees the commercial for it on the TV. Seriously, where the hell did this ‘Circus Gothica’ even come from?

Ok hear me out; y’know in that one episode where we’re introduced to Freakshow and he brainwashes Danny but then it’s ok because he’s saved by his friends?

What if Sam and Tucker and been too late? If Danny had been successful taken?

What if no one believed Sam and Tucker when they said Danny had been kidnapped and he’s not a runaway?

And what if he’s been brainwashed for over 3 years while travelling in the Circus, the only people caring enough to find him being unable to do anything about it?

And what if Freakshow made the mistake of preforming in Gotham where the Bats dwelled? And where they’ll take a deeper look into the circus’s suspicious behaviour…

[thescarletnargacuga]

SETH

RACEWAY AU SHADOW!CAINE

Art by: @mangotangerinepastry

MANGO!! WHEN I CATCH YOU!! WHEN I CATCH YOU, MANGO!!

THIS IS AMAZING!! I'M JUST-HHHH YOU GOT ME- HHHHHHHHH I WANNA-HHHHHH

Okay okay, I'm cool. I'm calm. I'm normal. But most of all, I am grateful. Thank you so much, Mango ❤️🥭

[tizeline]

Does sepau!Leo still like magicians/magic like he does in the show? Mostly referencing off the "clothes don't make the turtle" episode, curious if it's the same pretty much in your au

Hm, well. Maybe? Human magic shows are really cool considering magic doesn't actually exist in real life, and the fact that magicians are able to use tricks to make it appear like actual magic is happening.

But if Leo grew up surrouned by yōkai, who use actual magic all the time, including HIM, doesn't human fake-magic kinda lose it's appeal...?

At the same time, maybe Leo would still appreciate that, humans being able create the illusion of magic through "smoke and mirrors" and such. Making it seem like magic is being performed when it isn't really is honestly incredibly impressive on it's own.

With that in mind, I'd like to think Leo would have a lot of appreciation for human magic shows

[weirdlookindog]

L’Enfer au British Circus Music-Hall Impérator, c. 1915

[amelya-007]

Can we have more mlp X TADC crumbs please..

Sure

[serendippertyy]

thinking of reviving my horse au...,,,,

[tedbearbelly]

Howdy! Soooooo I may or may not be drawing character design art for The Amazing Digital School Bus AU, that silly little idea I had over a week ago actually sounded pretty fun to make into a itty bitty side thing. Anywho, here a sneak peak at Pomni’s jester outfit! I can’t decide which design I like better 😅

[joshth647]

My take on Carnival Pomni... I think the result's kinda decent.

Went with the short hat because I could NOT for the love of me make it longer.

I also handpicked the colors from Carnival Pomni's ref because heee hoo.

(@sm-baby LOOK I'M SORRY FOR THE PING BUT HERE'S YOUR GIRL [this is my late 30k followers gift to you])

(I've had to redo this one like 5 times because of the eyes... lord save me.)

Including version with Bubble!

[swashbucklery]

Kit + angry to discover that she actually likes textile work

A wee circus preview and some textile sweetness for you, friend.

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Kit was never meant to learn to mend things. She was meant - at least in her grandmother’s eyes - to have staff who might mend things for her. Money enough (from her husband) to be able to buy a new dress if one tore.

Kit has been taught, in the most begrudging possible way, the needle arts of a lady. She has been instructed on embroidering fine feather-stitch ferns, decorating handkerchiefs that were always just shy of her grandmother’s standards until her fingertips were numb and her head ached with frustration. She has only the dimmest memories of her mother sitting at the kitchen table, darning socks with her glasses on, saving the mending for midday when the light was best.

You can learn when you’re older, her mother had said, when Kit paused to watch the nimble work of her sure hands. Leave me to get this done before the matinee.

They both thought they’d have so much more time.

Now Kit is sitting by her own table; outdoors in the space meant for eating, somewhere in the wilds of Indiana. She’s got needle and thread, and tights with a run in them, and she’s so frustrated at her own clumsy work that she wants to scream.

“Kitten,” a voice says over her shoulder. Elora always jingles as she approaches; Kit must have missed the sound of it in her frustration. “What are you doing to those poor tights.”

Kit groans. “Nothing useful, I can tell you that.”

Elora sits sideways on the bench beside her. Her hair is all done up for the matinee, piled into a layer cake of curls and jewel-ended pins that turn her head into a confection. For the show she’ll add feathers: ostrich dyed rich emerald, bright magenta, coal black. She’s still wearing her own clothes, though - a soft calico dress, faded from being worn a hundred times over, her wrists heavy with bracelets in a way that Kit’s grandmother would call vulgar. It’s a familiar sort of absurdity, now.

“Who taught you how to mend, the barn cat?” Elora says.

Somehow, the teasing makes a little of Kit’s frustration lift. Elora knows, of course, why Kit couldn’t mend her way out of a wet paper bag. But she often does this. Gives Kit the kindness of forgetting. “I don’t need new ones,” Kit sighs. “It’s just a run in the leg.”

Elora takes the garment from her, runs expert hands along the outside of the cloth, turns it this way and that to get a sense of the flaw. She frowns at the clumsy stitches Kit’s put in - too lumpy, somehow pulling things tight but extending threads loose over the gap in a way that turns awkward - and pulls them out with a few swift motions. “You don’t need new ones,” Elora says. “But you’re going at it sideways. You need these for this afternoon?”

Kit’s stomach is already tight with worry; she manages a nod. “Hoping so,” she says. “They’re my best ones.”

The tights are a perfect, lurid mauve, so bright that they’re difficult to look at under the stage lights. The rest of Kit’s costume is black and cream; the whole effect highlights her legs, brings out the slowly developing shapeliness of her calves. She even found thread to match them. If she could just get her hands to -

Elora takes the mending into her own lap, and Kit doesn’t know if she wants to cry with frustration or relief. “Well, there’s no sense teaching yourself on silk like this, no wonder you’re feeling clumsy.”

She plucks a few things out of Kit’s sewing kit - a spare thread and needle, a second thimble - and clicks her tongue. Then she slings one leg into Kit’s lap.

Kit giggles. “What am I supposed to do with this?”

Elora draws her gaze down, points to a tiny, fraying worn spot - less than an inch - in the patterned river of her skirt. The print of the cloth is so complicated, with so many different places for the eye to rest, that Kit hadn’t noticed. “This needs fixing,” she says, no-nonsense. “And cotton is a lot kinder to beginners. You’re going to mend my dress, and I’m going to mend your tights.”

Coming from anyone else, the invitation would make Kit stubborn. She’s still breaking old habits; reflexes from a time when her world was stifling lace and lemonade socials and croquet. But Elora is not, she knows, offering a lesson so that she can speak ill of Kit to the next ten girls who come calling. Elora is not going to give Kit the cold shoulder at the next event of the season. Elora is warm and funny and unfailingly kind, her needle and thread already halfway up the run that’s been giving Kit trouble for over an hour.

Dutifully, Kit sets her unpracticed fingers to work threading her needle.

The thread Elora has given her is a perfect crimson; the colour of the contrast patterning that makes its way across the background cloth now faded to a pale brown the colour of prairie dust. Elora - always happiest in the glitter of a big city - likes to match herself to the dirt out here in the Midwest. Once a day, she giggles and ask Willow when he’s planning to add some trick ropers for a Wild West show. Kit sticks her hand under Elora’s skirt, gathering the cloth the way she’s been shown - by Elora, by Jade - and starts to mend.

It is easier on cotton.

The cloth doesn’t shift or slither out of Kit’s grasp the way that the silk was. Elora’s dress is never going to gleam the same way under the stage lights, but it behaves in Kit’s hands, as she draws her needle in and out. It’s easier on a frayed spot, too, instead of a place where the cloth has torn altogether. Frustration blooms at the back of Kit’s neck; the stirrings of one of those headaches she used to get over embroidery.

Elora pauses in her work, suddenly, and reaches out to grip the place on her skirt where Kit is trying her best. She brings it nearer to her eyes - exposing an amount of underskirt and lace bloomer that would have shocked Kit weeks ago - and smiles. “See, you know what you’re doing, Kitten,” she says. “Just gotta make it easier on yourself.”

She hands the section of skirt back to Kit. Kit stares down at her work. Elora doesn’t say a thing more. Not a lady’s needlework can never be too perfect, not a single note on the fact that Kit’s grid is running slightly off-center to the grain of the cloth. Kit’s repair - tidy, if not perfect - is good enough.

Kit doesn’t say anything in reply. She’s not sure how, yet, to reply. But she goes back to her work smiling.

[clauwagart]

Imagine Frobin like a magician married couple. Franky changing his hair, turn on his nipple light and doing some poses meanwhile Robin make hands tricks like disappearing stuff or moving in other places.