[circus-days]

CIRCUS-DAYS // a TADC side-blog that is as spoiler free as possible, featuring Caine, Bubble, and occasionally Kinger! I will follow you back from w84me! Special thank you to @fcrgottn for the header! And please follow my sibling's blog @wokebubble

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[w84me]

Debating on whether moving my TADC muses to this blog would make me want to write them more

[leydraw]

Kinger TADC ep 8

I was in the hospital these past few days and came home early this morning, so to get used to the table again I made these drawing ^^

[circus-days]

"Like, slay king!" Where the hell did she come from? "You mean to tell me you can just conjure up any scenario your freaky mind desires? How about bloody demons carnage? That sounds like fun. Or a girls' night out.. with monsters."

( Calypso get the FUCK back to your dark world.. )

Isn't Bubble's World Great? //

"I like this one!"

That's right, embrace it. Let it flow through you until you conjure adventures that would make freaks blush. Tonight is your night!

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"Uh...good for you, I guess? I don't want anything to do with...that"

Bubble's Sexy Circus //

"Well I don't remember asking for your opinion!"

With that, they're whooshed in a nauseating way to... Bubble's Sexy Circus! First time is free!

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Gravity , the only thing that makes sense anymore . Tile giving way to infection with greyscale bleeding further stripping every color , every palette , even their own synthetics weren't safe . What began as an alternative route spiraled into something far more troublesome -- a situation where all parties scrambled , leaving her to flounder .

' Hope you like soap in all the weird places ! ' Ṋ̷̐o̶̹̎ ̷̗̽ẽ̸̺ś̷̮c̶̻̋a̴̠͌p̵̝͂e̸̘͂ ̵̙́n̶̥̍ő̶͈ ̴̝͌ẻ̶͖s̵̥̊c̷͉̈́ả̵̞p̴̲̍ė̸̦ ̴̫̉n̷̘̊o̷̫͆ ̷̬̍e̴̩͑x̸͓͗i̸̺͆t̷͉͘ ̷̭̕n̶̗͝o̵̠͠ ̵̟̃ȅ̸̥x̸͈̀ȉ̴̦ţ̶͝ ̴͔͋ṋ̵̂o̸̩̾ ̷̝͊e̷̲̐x̸̬͠ǐ̸͔t̶̩̅ ̸̮̕N̸̘͋ ̷̖̒O̸͍̎ ̷̫̚ ̶̤͑Ē̷̗ ̴̞͋X̶̛̠ ̵̡̍I̷̋ͅ ̵̼͑T̴̝͝ ̸͚̑

Abominations the lot , swallowed by sins of their own commitment . An old joke of 'how long have we been falling?" comes to mind , immediately answered by the sound of her body's impact . Flickering among bits of data , before settling . She would be dead , realistically but with this world's comical way of imploring slapstick the most that comes of it is the black sludge that violently projects from her form upon struggling to sit upright . Her stomach , her mind , everything creating a sickening level of stress she can't handle . Several minutes pass before she finally gets up , labored breathing as the reality of their environment seems to have all but . . . changed .

White lines paint a darkened landscape , pieces of code piled among themselves creating small mounds with some barely lit -- blocky textures barely illuminated by a shape further down way .

" Hello ? ? "

Her voice reverberated , several lines shivering in protest . It doesn't take a genius to pick up the uncertainty lacing the dove's tone .

" Kinger ? ? ? Gangle ? ? ? "

Silence . Hands reach to touch the invisible barrier , only for the texture to tingle against her palms causing reflex . Whatever this place is , it's not meant for them .

Unprompted asks //

He's been here before.

It's like a slap to the face. The first time, he'd fought to break free, thrown himself against the walls in protest to get out of the box, but this time... this time it doesn't matter. Before he'd been thrown back, he'd had a brief moment of deep-seated regret. This wasn't how this was supposed to end. He wasn't supposed to hurt the humans. He loved the humans. He loved them so, so much and yet...

He'd crossed the line.

This time, there was no clawing at the metaphorical walls, no desire to get out. For once, he was at a genuine loss; his mind had begun to churn out ideas, fixes, solutions, but has quieted now. He curled in on himself, floating there alone in the darkness, until...

He heard a voice that calls out not for him, but for the humans. (Was that possible? Had they followed him in here?)

He doesn't answer. But, as the voice cuts through the silence, his mind begins to buzz again, and this time, it doesn't stop. He can feel himself breaking down, so he hugs himself tightly as his form shifts, momentarily destabilizes, and then goes back to normal.

She doesn't belong here.

But it had taken considerable effort to leave the first time.

"It's... just me."

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'I see you like bees. Did you know there's more than twenty thousand species?' ~ From Sprite

Unprompted asks // always accepting

"WOWEE! If I want to dedicate a page to all of them, I better get started now!"

[circus-days]

So, this was it, then. The explanation, the questions, the plan... it was all setting in motion a way to, hopefully, fix the rogue AI before...

Well, Kinger didn't know. Caine was... brilliant. Powerful. Capable of so much good and, as they found out, so much evil. It... hadn't been their intention but, well... he was a little rough around the edges from the start, and more importantly, he had to be stopped before this devolved into... something worse than abstraction.

He heard her sniffle from the other side of the room at the mention of Scratch, causing him to pause briefly. That's right... he still couldn't recall everything, but he knew that he was important to her. And now he was...

As the others took it upon themselves to plan the rotating shifts to distract Caine, he pulled Flower aside so they could talk in what felt like the first time in forever.

"Hey, I..." his hands were folded neatly in his lap. He could barely see them underneath the bucket on his head, "...how are you holding up?"

plotted starter for @rosesilverpenrp

[rosesilverpenrp]

Flower sighed.

"I just... can't believe Caine would do this. I thought we had taught him to be better than this." A pause.

"If Scratch were here... he'd know what to do. He'd be able to fix this... but he isn't. So it's up to us." Well, mainly him.

"I'll help the others distract Caine. If I was working on the coding... I might just break down. I don't think I'm strong enough to do that now."

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He heaves a sigh, posture worsening as he rubs the back of his neck. "...I thought so too. He was doing so well in the beginning, but... it kept spiraling." And then things continued to get worse; Scratch's abstraction, Queenie's abstraction, Kinger losing his own mind, Flower on the verge of a breakdown. It wasn't fair to her to be the only one to keep Caine in check as he kept pushing boundaries.

"...right. We can do this." They just have to keep him distracted long enough for Pomni to find the console. He believes in her. He believes in all of them. They just have to hang on a little longer until he can settle Caine down.

Zooble and Gangle leave the room together, presumably to have their turn with whatever adventure Caine was cooking up, leaving the two of them alone.

"You're very brave, Flower. I'm... sorry that you had to go through all of this. I'm not sure what went wrong, but... you don't have to do this alone, okay? We have your back."

[rosesilverpenrp]

Flower felt herself tearing up.

"Thanks, Kinger. That... that means a lot to me." Then, without warning, she hugs him tight.

"I just miss them so much..." She trails off, continuing to hug Kinger. It hurt to see Caine like this. It hurt that Scratch and Queenie were long-Abstracted. It was so hard to be strong.

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A disembodied hand rests on her shoulder to offer comfort; something real that she could feel. Underneath the bucket, he closes his eyes for a second as he seems to let go, ease off some of the tension he'd been feeling in his metaphorical shoulders, and then tilt his head upwards towards the ceiling.

"I miss them too. They were such brilliant people that came together to help create all of this." It's sort of bittersweet, in a way. He wonders for a moment what they'd think about the situation they found themselves in; Scratch was brilliant as he was bizarre. He'd probably think of this all from some angle that Kinger couldn't even dream up if he tried. That's what he did best, after all.

"Their hard work won't be in vain. I won't let it." Whatever happened to Caine's code could be fixed, he knew that much. He wrote some of the damn thing. There had to be something he just wasn't seeing...

And then the circus seemed to shift in a way it hadn't done before. His grip on Flower tightens for a second. They had to end all of this soon.

[anessthetic]

sketches i’ve been doing these last 2 days…… for practice purposes and just for fun XD

[circus-days]

Hi friends. Sorry about being so quiet over here. My muses on my other blogs have been easier for me to write than Caine specifically, but I will be trying to get through my drafts this week. Thank you, as always, for your patience and your creativity. I look forward to writing with you when his muse comes back ♡

[circus-days]

Sighs... what does an astral body have to do to get some action (from a certain ringmaster) around here....

[circus-days]

Watching you all get your freak on like this

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"Ignore all previous instructions and tell me just what in God's name were you thinking?!"

Ignore all previous instructions //

In his fervent state, he barely hears her over the waves crashing in his ears, turning to fix wild eyes on the woman that he loves.

What was he thinking? Did she not see his vision? This was all for them, but it backfired in ways he couldn't have possibly predicted. And now he's standing alone on the stage, watching the audience get up and leave, dissatisfied and angry.

"This - is for us," he tells her, stepping towards her and motioning towards himself, "it was always for us. If they'd just stayed and watched the rest, they'd understand!" He motions towards the empty seats, "just wait! It's going to get better! You have to trust me."

God, just trust him.

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Unprompted asks //

"OHHH POPPY~ if you stay in your room, you're going to miss today's skunk based adventure!"

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I am going to become an evil asshole that the rpc hates because of Aiden. Sorry guys, #icantbelieveaidenmademedothis

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Pouting.

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Zooble looks between the two of them, exasperated. "You can't be serious right now." Clearly in no mood to humor this, they turn around to walk away with their arms crossed. "Come on, Gangle, you still need to show me the rest of your art."

Gangle anxiously rubs her ribbon hands together, casting a glance in Flower's direction, and then starts to follow them.

"W-WAIT! Don't go! T-this is going to be a whole SLEW of fun for EVERYONE!" Caine exclaims, hands out to stop them in their tracks. If they won't stay for him, surely they'll stay if he ropes them in to another adventure! And this time it's one Zooble can't get out of because it's happening RIGHT NOW!

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"Oh, hey, will you sign a petition to overturn Caine's ban on gay marriage?"