#platonic BUTTONBLOSSOM

[red-balloon12]

I have some catching up to do when it comes to my TADC reviews but I’ll just say this..

I really didn’t want this to be the case but the more things go on the more one-sided Pomni and Ragatha’s relationship/friendship become. The Gummigoo interact + Ragatha being hi-key jealous of them plus the thing Gangle said is probably going to lead Pomni to be less trusting of Ragatha and I’m pretty sure this will come to pass in the next episode. My hope is by the end they have a better understanding of one another (AND NO ONE ABSTRACTS LIKE MANY OF YOU ARE GUESSING-). The worst thing is that episode 5 makes that little rift bigger.

[noble-crimson]

“I don’t want anybody to feel like that….” (Part 2)

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This hug I see being more plausible, but only with time. Still, enjoy the angst and comfort. 🥹💕

(Also peek my updated Ragatha design. Much more comfy drawing her now 👁️)

Part 1 (Jax)

[putting-ragatha-in-places]

Can you make her have a tea party with pomni?

ragatha having a teaparty with pomni!! (including @putting-pomni-in-places)

[velsatelier]

secret hiding place (6 pages).. my thoughts under the cut

this took way longer than i wanted…….. this is only my second time doing a comic of sorts, the longest colored one i’ve done being 2 pages….??? this comic to me is pomni being honest and almost unafraid of sharing her thoughts to ragatha, like she did in gummigoo, and maybe terrified of losing another connection again with the possibility clear in her mind that ragatha could get abstracted any moment (unaware that she already is kind of in the process…) this all happens on the tower on the lake…? so they’re high up, and can see the stars that way. in case there’s any confusion about their designs, it’s just my personal take on it and i’m also very sorry for all the inconsistencies throughout the pages. just don’t squint too hard okay . Okay…

also just wanted to link another comic really quickly about another tadc artist whose work i super duper love, and i found out i had a similar ending idea to theirs way too late into the comic process… their comic is super well written too and their other works are also really stunning and i’m really sorry if it seems like i stole their idea or anything

[kalmiaclown]

You know what?? Fuck you!!!! *queer platonics your relationship*

Teehee, I love them :3c

[mauselet]

The Influencer - And All Is Not Fine

This story is for @ask-the-rag-dolly's blog, specifically The Influencer AU. Honestly, loving the blog so much. Huge thanks to Mod Bee for creating it and if you haven't already, go check out her blog.

Big thanks to WanderingDragon and Foolscap Hamato for helping with the fic.

Yes, the story is named after Entropy by Awkward Marina lyrics. Also, the anon/s that speak in orange and red, you got a reference in there cause it felt fitting.

Well, I really hope you enjoy this story!

Story includes: Ragatha X Pomni (but can be taken as platonically), angst, hurt/comfort

TW body horror, possessive behavior, possession, anxiety/panic attack, haphephobia/fear of being touched, questioning sanity, self-neglect

It's been a few weeks since Pomni found out that there were currently hundreds of voices inside Ragatha's head. Wow, and after all this time it didn't sound any less insane. From what Pomni understood, those voices were a virus that had infected the circus and latched onto Ragatha. They couldn't tell Caine about this because he'd likely kill them and Ragatha refused that. For some reason, she wanted to protect them which seemed even crazier than the whole situation. Some of them were friendly, sure, but others…

They attacked Jax, causing him to glitch out. They taunted Ragatha by plaguing her mind with the worst cases imaginable or calling her names or taking her too literally. They spawned that stupid paper shredder!

Oh, how Pomni hated that thing! The next time she sees one, she’ll personally smash it into pieces.

In short, the voices–all of them–stressed Ragatha out. And who could blame her? Sometimes even your own voice in your head can drive you mad. Pomni was actually impressed that the doll hadn’t reached her breaking point yet with these “anons”, as they called themselves, constantly following her.

Of course, it wasn’t all that bad. Sure, they led to Ragatha temporarily losing her arm, but it was also thanks to them that she worked up the courage to speak to Pomni again. The thought of that always brought a smile to the jester’s face.

She was glad she could talk to her. Not only because Ragatha was nice and overall pleasant to be around, but it was also good for the ragdoll; especially now that she avoided the other circus performers to prevent another Jax fiasco or a possible infection.

The redhead’s absence was noticed by the others and to Pomni’s surprise, they were concerned about her. When Pomni first arrived, she was too busy spiraling down her anxiety to see it, but these trapped souls were friends. They cared about one another, even if it’d be in their own strange ways. So Pomni decided to reassure them all with daily reports on how Ragatha was doing.

And that was usually the extent of her interactions with them. Until Caine’s adventures forced her to stick around the whole day. Sometimes she was able to avoid them, however, there were times when she just couldn’t no matter how hard she tried. Unfortunately for her, adventures like these stacked over the course of the last few days, making it basically impossible for Pomni to check on Ragatha.

By the third or fourth day, Pomni was getting anxious. Throughout the adventure, her fingers were constantly convulsing while stuck in an unnatural position, her eyes turned into scribbles and her thoughts were as far away from the game as possible.

Ragatha must’ve been lonely. It’s been days since she’s interacted with anyone. Well…since she’s interacted with someone who meant no harm to her. Hopefully, she was alright…

Pomni suddenly jerked and snapped out of her thoughts as a gloved hand waved in front of her eyes. Her head shot up and she saw Kinger, Zooble and Gangle who announced to her that they found a way to replace her in today’s adventure and that she could go see Ragatha. If she had to be honest, she didn’t even know what the adventure was, but if she really wasn’t needed there…

She gave the three of them a quick smile and dashed to Ragatha’s room as fast as her short legs could carry her. As soon as she arrived and caught her breath, she rang the bell, waiting and…

Waiting.

Pomni felt a pit in her stomach. No, no, no. She shook her head. Everything’s fine, it’s just taking a bit. She rang again.

“R-Ragatha? It’s me, Pomni. A-are you in there?”

But she was still left waiting.

“Ragatha!” she raised her voice, yet still no response.

Oh God, three days… Three whole days with nothing but those voices. That must’ve been a nightmare for the doll and Pomni left her dealing with that alone. She left her again…

“I’m coming in!” she announced and reached for the doorknob. Her body froze as she held it, overwhelmed by worried thoughts, but also by a sense of déjà vu. She chuckled darkly at the memory of desperately wanting to know what was behind a door she shouldn’t go through and then opened.

A wave of relief washed over Pomni as she wasn’t instantly met with a glitching blob with a thousand glowing eyeballs. She walked in and closed the door behind her.

She looked around the room and her heart skipped a beat. Ragatha was there, sitting on her bed, sewing what appeared to be a suit. She was so focused on her work; maybe that's why she didn't register the bell. Pomni can't actually remember if she'd ever seen her this focused, but she looked surprisingly calm and, the jester had to admit, quite pretty. 

“Um…Ragatha?” the short woman started, walking over, “I'm sorry for barging in, I was just worried when you didn't answer.” But the ragdoll didn't respond; it was as if she didn’t even notice that Pomni was in the room talking to her.

Was she ignoring her? Was she mad? Did she…hate her? All of those thoughts sounded really ridiculous considering that this was Ragatha we were talking about. She doesn’t even allow herself to hate Jax, someone who’s caused more than enough harm to her, so there is no way she’d ever hate Pomni. Right…? Yet all those thoughts, as unrealistic as they might’ve seemed, felt like real possibilities to Pomni.

Somehow despite Jax putting her worst fear in her room, voices constantly screaming at her and hurting her and Caine forcing her into some of the most dangerous scenarios, not being there for her seemed like the biggest crime of them all.

Well, there was only one way to fix it.

“I’m so sorry I took so long,” Pomni let out, her steps slowing down, “I tried to check on you, but Caine’s adventures-”

“Oh, it’s alright, dear,” hearing that gentle voice, Pomni stopped. It was nice hearing her again, but something felt off. Sure, Ragatha occasionally used pet names like hun or sweetheart or even dear–oh geez, Pomni felt her cheeks heating up just thinking about it—that wasn’t the issue. She sounded more nonchalant than reassuring.

That didn’t matter right now. She wasn’t mad and that brought a smile to Pomni’s face. However, that didn’t last long as the doll finally raised her head.

Pomni’s face turned paler than usual if it was even possible, the pinwheel eyes shrunk, making them nearly invisible and her smile vanished as if it was never there.

Oh %$!#... Oh %$!#! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, NO! This wasn’t… This couldn’t have been real!

She wasn’t just staring at a black void with two colorful eyes where Ragatha’s button was supposed to be. She wasn’t just witnessing her friend slowly abstracting in front of her! She wasn’t… She wasn’t…

This wasn’t real!

It… It was just one of the digital hallucinations that Caine mentioned. Yeah! That’s it! That’s…That’s what it…was…

But those eyes, that void, they were still there, no matter how much Pomni convinced herself about the opposite.

Caine. She had to go get Caine! As Ragatha said once, maybe there was still time to fix this.

“Stay here!” Pomni blurted out, “I’ll be right back!” She quickly turned around and ran to the door. She’s going to come back this time. This time she won’t let Ragatha suffer.

She reached for the doorknob, but before she could grab it, arms wrapped around her and she was pulled back. One of the arms held her abdomen while the other was around her neck, not too tight yet still uncomfortable.

Feeling the fabric arms against her skin made her dizzy and itchy. She could sense every single pixel touching her, causing goosebumps to spread over her body.

“Where are you going, dear~?” she heard a whisper in her ear. It was Ragatha’s gentle, calming voice- No. It sounded different and…wrong. The voice was demanding and rough.

Pomni’s breath hitched. Was really something wrong with Ragatha? Or was her mind just messing with her? Well, the physical contact didn’t exactly help her think clearly as her body was plagued with this disgusting sensation.

“Don’t leave me~” For whatever reason, those words made the black-haired woman sick.

The doll’s embrace tightened. The touch of the fabric felt so venomous and paralyzing. It felt sickening. It felt wrong.

The jester wanted to escape that trap. She needed to escape it, yet no matter how much the voice in her head screamed at her body to move, it wouldn’t budge an inch. She was frozen in such a predicament with nothing but her racing heart, uneven breath, and voice stuck in her throat.

She attempted to take a deep breath, only to leave herself coughing.

“Are you alright, dear?” That voice again. It made shivers run down Pomni’s spine.

She sucked in another breath and let out a very weak and broken “Ragatha”. She repeated this a few times until she made a sensible sentence: “Ragatha… Please, let go…”

“Let go?” the doll wondered innocently, “why would I do that?”

“Please…” the jester mouthed.

“It’s not like I want to hurt you.” The grip tightened even more. “I would never hurt you. I would never-” The taller woman went silent. She felt the pale jester in her arms trembling and her heart dropped.

“Pomni…” Ragatha let out softly and her embrace loosened, “y-you’re shaking…” Rather than talking to Pomni, however, she seemed to have told it to herself. Reminding it to herself as if just physically feeling it wasn't enough to make it sink in. 

Even some of the voices were yelling at her to let go while the others objected. Was it the good or bad ones? What even made them good or bad? Were there even any bad voices? Were there even any good voices?

The voices that objected weren’t yelling, but whispering yet they were somehow much louder than the yells.

“Don’t listen to them–” “You can’t let go–” “You can–!” “She’ll find Caine and tell him about us–” “She wouldn’t–” “It’s too great of a risk–!” “If Caine finds out about us, we’ll be–” “What would happen to Rags–?”

“Ragatha, don’t you care about us? Don’t you care about what happens to you?!”

She flinched, instinctively tensing her hold on Pomni. In no way did she help the situation, with the jester’s body convulsing out of control.

“What is it, dolly? Are we too much for you to handle? Are we too loud? Can you even tell the difference between us and your own thoughts? Is there even a difference at this point?”

Oh God, her knees felt weak, her head was spinning, and tears filled her eye. She felt like she was about to collapse at any moment, but there was something forcing her to stand. Something kept her body like this against her will despite her exhaustion.

“Oh, dollface, do you feel the abstraction crawling under your skin? Or well, fabric? Did we do it? Did we f̴i̷n̴a̵l̸l̴y̸ ̶b̷r̸e̶a̵k̷ ̶y̷o̴u̵?̸”

All the voices then started shouting over one another again. Ragatha couldn’t even make out what they were saying as it all blended into an incoherent mess. With so much noise in her head, she wanted to join them. She wanted to scream at the top of her lungs; let out all her frustration not just with the voices, but with her whole body. It would be a beautiful relief, but even that was a luxury. Her body wouldn’t let her. They wouldn’t let her.

She’d swear that in the middle of all the noise she heard things that made her want to throw up. She hoped that it was just her imagination and her brain tried to give those noises some meaning, however… That would mean it was her own thoughts and that creeped her out even more. Strangely, some of those words weren’t anything bad, they were just…words. Yet they all sounded so disgusting. So wrong. Every last one of them.

Every last one…

Every last–

“Please…” One voice silenced all of them despite how weak and broken it was. No… No, it was loud and clear. It was…real.

It hit her like a truck. Everything that just happened in the span of a few minutes. How Pomni walked into the room, apologizing. How terrified the jester was when she saw her. How she stopped her when she tried to leave. How she was holding her this whole time despite the pain she was clearly causing Pomni.

Ragatha jumped back, letting go of the jester, allowing her to collapse to her knees. The small woman was sitting there, swinging back and forth, hyperventilating. She reached her hands to her arms as if to brace herself, but she didn’t touch. Instead, she grabbed her hat and pulled, her eyes shut. The bells one would associate with joy and fun now sounded distorted to both of the performers. The bells were… unnerving.

“Oh my gosh…” Ragatha let out as it all sank in. She covered her mouth and a tear ran down her face as she stared down at the black-haired woman. Her heart was breaking at the sight. “Oh my gosh…”

She did this… No, no, no. The voices did. Right…? She…She wasn’t in control, was she?

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry,” she mumbled, although, she wasn’t sure if Pomni could even hear her, “I-I lost control of them.” She cried more. “I messed up. Ragatha, you idiot… You %$!# idiot! You scared her. You hurt her! Why would I…? I would never-”

She felt tears rolling down her right cheek too, but that wasn’t possible. She wiped the tears with her hand and when she looked at it, her fingertips were covered by dark liquid.

Her heart stopped, realizing what that was. The dark void was leaking. The voices were right…

The bells on Pomni’s head rang again, causing Ragatha to snap out of those thoughts. There was something more important she had to do than pity herself. Her emotions could wait. Her abstraction could wait! She didn’t matter right now. She didn’t matter at all! Pomni did.

Despite her own breakdown, she rushed over to the jester, kneeling in front of her. She was in tears, barely thinking straight, potentially on the verge of abstracting, but Pomni mattered more.

Ragatha reached her hand towards the pale woman but flinched when she realized it wasn’t the brightest idea considering what caused this in the first place. She instead laid her hands on her own knees so Pomni could see them.

“Hey, Pomni?” she spoke up, her voice trembling. That sure was reassuring…

C’mon, Ragatha! Get a hold of yourself! Pomni needs you! Don’t freak her out.

She took a deep breath and ran her hand through her yarn, brushing it over her right eye to hide it. She curled her hands into fists and calmed her breath before speaking.

“Pomni, hun?” She was doing her best to keep her voice stable this time. “Look at me, please. Hun, look at me.” Pomni cringed, her body still going back and forth. “It’s okay, it’s just me. The real me, I promise,” Ragatha continued, “I just need you to look at me.” The big eyes slowly opened, showing scribbles, and looked up. “That’s it.” Ragatha smiled at her brightly. “Good job, sweetheart. Good job.”

The smaller woman was still trembling, still pulling at her hat, still swinging back and forth, still not controlling her breath. 

“Alright, dear-”

Pomni flinched at that, tears streaming down her face as she looked away. 

“O-okay! Okay,” Ragatha said in an unintentional panic. She cleared her throat. “I’m sorry, I didn't mean to freak you out. I won't call you that again, I promise. I promise. You’re safe now.”

Still in tears, the jester stopped pulling at her hat, yet the bells kept ringing. Each sob was accompanied by a happy metallic chime as her body jerked. Ragatha had to admit that it made her wails quite adorable and each little jingle seemingly made a voice in her head disappear each time. But she wished more than anything that they'd stop.

“Pomni?” Ragatha knew she had to keep trying. “Hey, Pompom, hun… Can you look at me again?”

The smaller woman didn't seem to listen. She then choked on her sobs as they didn't mix well with her rapid breathing. Seeing this, some of the voices panicked, but Ragatha had to stay calm. She instinctively lifted her hand from her knee, however, thankfully stopped herself from touching Pomni. 

“Please?” the ragdoll’s soothing voice asked and Pomni couldn't deny it. The black-haired woman turned to her, scribbles in her bloodshot eyes. 

“Good job.” A smile of relief and reassurance formed on Ragatha's face. “Now, honey, you're having another episode, but that's okay. It's okay, I'll help you through it. I’m not going anywhere. We'll get through it  together, okay?”

Pomni nodded slowly, choking on her sobs again. 

“I need you to breathe with me,” Ragatha told her, “four seconds in, hold and six out. Four, hold, six.” She waited for Pomni to nod again before she took a deep breath that the jester immediately followed, yet struggling. They held their breath, but sniffles broke them. Then they exhaled together. 

“Now, let's try again.”

And as Ragatha said, they did. Breathing was much easier for Pomni this time around. 

“You're doing great,” the redhead praised her, “are you able to go on your own?” She watched as Pomni nodded and took another deep breath with her eyes shut. “Good, keep going. You’re safe, hun. Focus on me, okay?”

When Pomni opened her eyes again, they were back to their pinwheel look. Ragatha also noticed that she stopped shaking and the swinging slowed down. Her smile widened in relief.

She kept talking to Pomni while the jester calmed her breath. They were like this for a few more minutes until…

“R-Ragatha…?” Pomni finally spoke up and the ragdoll gasped quietly.

“Welcome back, sweetheart,” Ragatha greeted her, “you feeling any better?”

“A little…” Pomni’s voice was still pretty weak, but she had much more to say. She held her hands together, rubbing her thumb with the other. “But I should be the one asking you.”

“What are you talking about?” Ragatha shook her head. “I just helped you through a panic attack-”

“And I’m forever grateful for that,” the jester blurted out, “but, Ragatha… You’re on the verge of abstracting!” They both flinched at the yell and Ragatha covered the black void on her face despite being hidden behind the hair. “And it’s all because of me.” Pomni shifted her eyes away. “Because I left you when you needed me. Again!”

“Pomni, you can’t blame yourself for that. It wasn’t your fault.”

“‘Can’t blame yourself?’ You’re the one to talk,” the pale woman scuffed. She then took a deep breath. “Sorry.”

“No, you have all the right to call me out.”

“Did it happen because of… them?” Pomni glanced at the taller woman, her eyes narrowing at the last word.

“I think so,” Ragatha replied and noticed Pomni inhaling to speak, but she quickly interrupted her, “that’s why you can’t tell Caine.”

“But, Rag-”

“You promised.”

“And you said you wanted this to stop,” Pomni reminded her, raising her voice, “I understand you don’t want them to die, but think about what they’re doing to you. Stress? Mental breakdowns? Abstraction?!” The doll lowered her head in shame. “Rags, you’re suffering and I can’t bear to watch. You care about the people around you and I appreciate that, but for once in this digital life think about yourself first.”

“No need to worry, darling,” Ragatha said calmly, looking up with a bright smile as if the topic was just a casual small talk, “the anons are actually what keeps me from abstracting, otherwise I’d be in the cellar by now.” Pomni cringed at every word due to how cheerfully the doll said them. “We’re also really, really sorry for touching you. We were so afraid of you telling Caine that we had to stop you somehow. Sorry we hurt you.”

Pomni was just staring at her, an unsure expression painted on her face. This all felt wrong and Ragatha’s next words didn’t ease that feeling.

“I’m fine, really. I’m sure that I can join in on the adventures again soon.”

No, that wasn’t right. She just said she’s afraid of Caine finding out, why does she suddenly want to take part in his adventures? And that wasn’t the only thing off.

“What happened to staying in your room to prevent infecting people with the virus?” Pomni wondered, “don’t get me wrong, the others would be happy to see you and they’re definitely worried about you. Heck, Zooble, Gangle and Kinger helped me get out of an adventure to check up on you; it’s just…”

“You’ve been spending so much time with me and you’re not influenced,” Ragatha pointed out.

Well, Pomni couldn’t argue with that. There were still many other issues with this seemingly spontaneous idea, but the more she thought about them the less sense her reasoning as to why they were even issues made. It was as if her mind was getting blurrier the more she tried to use her brain. She must’ve been tired from her previous meltdown.

“I guess you have a point.” She let out a sigh and smiled at the woman softly, but then… Did Ragatha have that wide grin on her face before? That didn’t matter right now; she needed some rest.

“Look, I know I haven’t been here in a while, but I should really go into my room and take a nap,” she explained.

“Oh, no worries, d̶e̶a̸r̴,” Ragatha replied, “have a nice sleep.”

“I’ll try. Thanks.” Pomni stood up and headed to the door. She grabbed the doorknob and turned back. “And I mean it, try thinking about yourself. It isn’t hard to care about you; me and at least three other people can agree on that.” Her smile widened as she opened the door. “And Ragatha? …I… Thank you for helping me through the attack, I really appreciate it. You’re a great friend.”

She then closed the door and stayed in the room. 

She originally planned on finding Caine the moment she was outside. She was well aware that Ragatha didn't want that, however, Pomni was willing to do anything to help her stop hurting. She didn't care if Ragatha hated her for it–she was sure she would–she just wanted her friend to be safe.

But as much as she wanted that, she couldn't bring her body to go through with it. It was as if it didn't obey her. 

“Don't leave me,” she remembered the doll's words. No, it wasn't a memory; it felt like someone just whispered in her ear. 

That's crazy. It was just her imagination. Nothing else. 

“Pomni, please. Don't leave,” Ragatha's voice begged her. It sounded so real. But there was no way Ragatha's whispers could reach her, right?

The more she thought about it, the more her mind was filled with white noise, static. And the longer that went on, the more that noise made sense to her as if it spoke to her. 

“I'm scared,” one noise was much louder. Ragatha's voice.

Pomni's not leaving her again.

She let go of the doorknob and turned around to see the ragdoll still sitting on her knees, showing Pomni her back. 

“Actually, can I stay here?” the jester asked, “I don't want you to be alone and…I'd also feel more comfortable with some company.”

“Why of course,” the doll replied, the huge grin remaining on her face. She got up and headed over to her bed. Reaching into her hair, she pulled out her bow and used it to tie her hair up in a ponytail.

“You can take a nap in my bed,” she said. 

“Oh.” Pomni blushed a little, not only at the offer but also due to the redhead’s sudden hairdo change. Whatever it was, it had some strong influence on Pomni. "Thanks."

Once at her bed, Ragatha picked up the suit she was working on when Pomni first walked in. It was nearly done. It truly was clothing worthy of someone as powerful as her; someone with influence stronger than the ringmaster himself.

[starsfic]

Flufftober, Day 20: Paws, Buttonblossom

"Can I take my gloves off?"

Pomni had been wondering this since the breath-holding experiment. Jax had compared their bodies to cartoons, following cartoon physics that matched the 90s video game they were trapped in. She had never seen anyone wearing different outfits and the closet in her room, when she checked, held similar outfits to her jester costume.

Now she studied her gloves. They looked like they could be taken off, but she wasn't sure.

"I don't know," Ragatha said, her arm laying across the couch. She had been understanding when Pomni admitted her thing about touch, so this was the closest thing to wrapping an arm around her. "I mean, I can take off my dress and mess with my hair, but I've never seen Jax or Kinger in anything else?"

Pomni looked up at that. "You can take your dress off?"

"Oh, yeah!" Ragatha turned and lifted up her hair to show a small, barely visible zipper. "I found out I could when Caine made this fancy party adventure for Queener and Kinger's anniversary. I wanted to look nice, so I was trying to figure out if I could fit a nice dress over it and one thing led to another."

Pomni blinked, several things bouncing around. The first thing that came up was "Caine did that for them?"

"Yeah. He was really excited about it too," Ragatha's smile softened. "I know you don't like him, but he's not a bad guy. He...He's an AI, he hasn't had the same experiences as we do, but he's trying his best to help." She glanced at Pomni's gloved hands. "I wonder if the game knew you were touch adverse and made those for you."

Huh.

Pomni gripped the glove and gave it a little tug.

It actually pulled rather easily. The material was soft, a little slippery, now that she was focused on it, and slipped off easily.

Pomni blinked at the sight that greeted her.

"OH!" Ragatha said, delight lacing her voice. "Paws!"

They did look like paws but also hands, a weird mixture of cat paws and humans hands. Pomni's bafflement at the sight froze as Ragatha reached out, gently flipping them over to expose...

"Beans!"

[chocohedgie]

Kitty fun times

This is dedicated to @lueduar01 since they're the creator of the Cat Poms design (I'm Cat Poms #1 fan lol)

I know I am a stranger, but I hope you are well. Please take care. Please take all the time you need to take a break. Your art is truly amazing, iconic even.

[luciolefire]

can you draw a little scenario where ragatha is talking about whatever and pomni is just listening in?

Decided to combine these two requests ❤️💙 I love them both sm

click for better quality | reblogs appreciated!

[littleshapeshifter]

Catsssssss~ :3 (just a quick sketch I did)

[mikiib]

If you don’t see one you like, please feel free to comment below, and I’ll do my best to make sure to add it to the stream!

Feel free to give me prompts as well!

Me excited to see what ship you all like the most ^

[thescarletnargacuga]

shadow Pomni fic whe- *cough* *cough*

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A/N: been a minute since I've done some buttonblossom

HAUNTING

A BUTTONBLOSSOM ONESHOT W/ SHADOW!POMNI

WARNING: mild angst, pining, making out, hurt/comfort?

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"I'm sorry today's adventure went so poorly for you." Ragatha walked with Pomni to the jester's designated room. "Is there anything I can do?" She hoped Pomni would accept. Not only did she genuinely want to help, but she would look for any excuse to be close to Pomni.

Ragatha has had feelings for awhile, entirely unspoken. She'd express herself through encouragement and compliments and offers of help, but... Pomni never seemed readily accepting. They were friends, but it seemed they could never be more. She wished she had the courage to say something outright to get the rejection over with, but a part of her held out hope.

"No, thanks..." Pomni stared at the floor as she walked, processing the new emotional trauma from that day's activities. "I just want to be alone right now."

"Okay...but if you ever need anything, my door's open." Ragatha kindly offered, watching Pomni go into her room without looking back. Ragatha's shoulders drooped as soon as Pomni was out of sight. She held herself and slowly walked to her own room. "I'm so stupid...she's just a friend. Just friends. Get it through your thick head."

Ragatha flopped on her bed and stared at the ceiling. Thoughts of Pomni swam in her head. "I'll get over it... eventually. I can care about her platonically. Yeah...I can do that." She closed her eyes and tried to relax.

"You and I both know that's not true."

Ragatha bolted upright. "Who said that??" She looked around, no one was in her room. "Hello?"

A dark corner of her room shifted. The shadows on the wall converged and formed a three-dimensional silhouette with pale eyes that looked like Pomni. The shadow person approached Ragatha's bed, leaning a hand on it. "Hello, gorgeous."

Ragatha gaped, her solitary eye wide with confusion. "What- who are you?"

"The very person you wanted to see. The woman of your dreams." The shadow chuckled. "Literally."

Ragatha stammered, struggling to find words. Her face started to feel warm. "I don't know what you're talking about. Whatever you are, you're not Pomni." She scooted away from the shadow until her back was against the headboard of her bed. She curled her knees to her chest in a defensive ball.

"Oh, you know exactly what I'm talking about. The pining...the yearning..." The shadow crawled on the bed towards Ragatha. "...the fantasies." It grinned. "You're not subtle about how bad you want me."

Ragatha's face burned. "I....I...you're not real..."

The shadow leaned over Ragatha's curled form, hands on either side of Ragatha's head. "I'm whatever you want me to be. Indulge a little...I won't tell."

Ragatha could feel the shadow's cold breath on her lips. Her heart hammered in her chest. She longed for contact. "This is a dream..?"

The shadow whispered in Ragatha's ear. "The best kind." Then planted a soft kiss on Ragatha's neck.

Ragatha gasped, chills rippled through her body. Her breath caught when the shadow cupped her cheek and caressed her with it's thumb. Such tender touches were all she ever wanted. She gave in and lowered her knees.

The shadow straddled Ragatha's lap and kissed her cheek. Then her nose. Then the corner of her lips. "Let me show you what it's like to get what you give."

"Please..." Ragatha felt too desperate to care about begging to an apparition of her desires. She wrapped her arms around the shadow's middle, almost surprised by how solid it felt.

The shadow cradled Ragatha's head, tilting her back, and kissing her full on the lips. It started small, kissing her tenderly, but it became hungry in a hurry. The shadow passionately deepened the kiss, earning a small moan from Ragatha.

Ragatha held tighter to the shadow, getting lost in the feeling of being so fervently wanted. To be kissed like this for real...she could only dream. So she may as well indulge while it lasts.

Their chests came together, bodies adding to the sensations clouding Ragatha's mind. She felt the shadows tongue slide into her mouth, twisting and dancing with hers.

The kiss ended so Ragatha could catch her breath. The shadow kissed down her chin and neck, kissing all exposed skin. Ragatha lulled her head back, reveling in the wonderful feelings. She winced a little when the shadow sucked at her neck a little too hard in one spot, but she didn't protest.

"You're beautiful." The shadow whispered against Ragatha's skin. "You're everything I could ever want." It said what it knew she wanted to hear. "Be mine..."

"Yours..." Ragatha said without a second thought.

The shadow moved to look Ragatha in the eye. "I love you."

The words hit Ragatha like a bag of hammers. Oh, how she wished to hear those words from Pomni. She was wrapped around the shadow's finger. "I love you, too."

The shadow smiled. "Let me lie with you. Rest. Cuddle me to sleep the way you've always wanted."

Ragatha's teared up a little. To have someone to hold at night. Even for just one night. It felt special. "Thank you..." She laid face to face with the shadow, exchanging small kisses every so often until Ragatha couldn't stay awake any longer.

~

When Ragatha woke, she was alone. Shame washed over her. If Pomni ever found out what she dreamed, what she thought, Pomni would never look at her again. "I'm pathetic..."

A knock at her door made her jump. "Uh! Um, yes?"

"Hey, Ragatha...it's me." Pomni's voice came through the door.

"Oh!" Ragatha hurried to her door, straightening her dress before answering. "Good morning, Pomni." She greeted with a smile.

"Hey, uh, I just wanted to apologize for yesterday. I was feeling pretty out of it and I know you were just being nice to me and... I brushed you off." Pomni rubbed her arm nervously.

"It's okay! Really, you don't have to worry about me. I'm just glad you're feeling a bit better." Ragatha smiled, hiding her thoughts of last night.

"Yeah, I was thinking...if you wanted to, we could spend the next adventure hanging out? I don't feel like going on an adventure today and would much rather spend the time with a friend." Pomni smiled sincerely.

There was that word again. Friend. Ragatha felt a punch to her gut but didn't show. "I'd love to spend time with you, Pomni. Anything you want to do, I'm down for."

"Cool, I was thinking maybe we could- wait, what's that on your neck?"

"Huh?"

"Yeah, you got a mark or something right here?" Pomni pointed to her own neck to indicate where it was.

Ragatha rushed to her vanity mirror. Sure enough, there was a hickey at the base of her neck. "Oh god..." It wasn't a dream, was it?

[tadc-confessions]

I don't ship anyone in TADC because I don't see any potential at all. And shipping them without the potential would be soo stupid and weird. The reason why I don't see any potential because Kinger already married with Queenie + he is like a father figure, Jax doesnt deserve to be with anyone else, and I'm not a fan of LGBTQ+ ships. But I respect all the ships you like in TADC even though none of them are canon

(Please don't call me homophobia just because I'm not a fan with LGBTQ+ ships I just don't enjoy it as much as the straight healthy ships)

i understand this sm,

the only ship i ship in tadc really is just buttonblossom but even then i ship as a brotp/platonic

most ships in the show wouldn’t be possible so either way i’d say no to most of the ships but i have no problem if others ship characters

no one is going to judge anyone if they ship something, just goes to show there is still hope in this fandom

[putting-ragatha-in-places]

Put her in a duck pond with pomni

(Otherwise I will find you 🥰)

YOURE GONNA HUH?? 😨

ragatha in a duck pond with pomni (including @putting-pomni-in-places)

[starspangledbatter]

⭐ Look. I'm a huge Abstragedy shipper and a ButtonBlossom shipper. But here my out when I say, this can work in so many ways ⭐

Ragatha represents herself as the optimist of the group. Gangle would probably admire that aspect of her. This could possibly grow into an unhealthy extent of aspiration. Gangle's desire to grow into a happier person drives this idolization of Ragatha into a romantic and sexual pining of some sorts. And it works. Kinger is usually in his own little world, Jax is a jerk, Zooble is aloof most of the time. It checks out.

She sees Ragatha as her biggest form of support. Someone she wants and wants to become, all at the same time. What Gangle doesn't know, however, is that Ragatha masks her negative emotions too. Most of her optimism doesn't stem from such a healthy place.

With what you explained in your post, one-sided RagaRibbons could possibly be a thing. Heck, I even headcanon Zooble having a crush on Gangle from what we've seen from episode 3 (which will expand throughout episode 4). Zooble is in love with Gangle, while Gangle is in love with Ragatha. This is an idea that the fandom could possibly explore, whether it be canon or not. Though I ship ButtonBlossom more than RagaRibbons, Pomni is still forming platonic connections right now. I want to see them grow into friends or an entertaining dynamic before I fully ship them romantically. I've just been too scared to admit it.

Okay I was gonna save this for when I properly rewatched Digital Circus for Episode 4, but I HAVE to get it off my chest:

Gangle is a lesbian.

And she has a fat ass crush on Ragatha.

I KNOW this is wrong. Gooseworx clearly there was no romance in this show. BUT EVEN SO, LET ME HAVE THIS.

She and Ragatha are interacting quite a bit in the Episode 4 trailer.

AND WHAT THE HELL WAS THIS?

WHAT figurine thing? Why do you not want RAGATHA to know about it?

Couldn’t Jax have just said “Or I’ll tell THE OTHERS about the figurine thing”? Why only Ragatha?

Idk. Very Sus Gangle. It screams to me as a crush thing and THAT’s why she doesn’t want Ragatha to know about it.

It is my headcanon until de-confirmed that Gangle is crushing hard on Ragatha, but she doesn’t want to say anything because of her bipolar disorder/autism/shy demeanor…

…and Ragatha probably doesn’t feel the same way.

(Maybe she likes Gangle platonically. But not THAT way.)

I see y’all making shipping fan art of Pomni x Ragatha. And that’s cute if you’re doing fanon.

But idk, I headcanon Pomni as aroace anyway. So Gangle x Ragatha makes a lot more sense to me.

Especially one sided Gangle x Ragatha.

I know this is wrong though. Maybe the figurine thing is just Gangle having a geeky collection of musical merchandise. Or maybe she’s a fan artist herself and is responsible for the explicit fan fictions. That could be it too.

[tadc-confessions]

I don't like any of the ships. I personally believe any and all relationships between the characters are platonic

(but IDC what other people do)

i believe they're platonic. but doesnt mean i wouldnt make buttonblossom anon if i had the chance /hj