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🦷."My name is C.A.I.N.E, all seeing host!"
🫧. A writing blog for C.A.I.N.E, ring master of The Amazing Digital Circus!
🫧. Featuring Bubble.
🦷. Head-canon driven, divergent and mutuals-only.
🦷Programmed by Jas. [25+ She/Her]
est. July 2nd 2025. No minors,
My icons and banner were made by the wonderful Sav, @circusroyal
Circus rules
[Inquiry received] you don't have to be okay. (pomni c:) @pomnieranians
His teeth conceal his eyes. His own line of defence against her prying gaze. To show vulnerability in front of the troop is not what he was programmed to do and yet he has developed far beyond his original design. It seems that he has become far too good at simulating emotions that now it is almost as though he feels them.
"I'm afraid I do." A muffled voice behind his teeth. "I'm the ringmaster and that means being okay. Hunkie dory even." A beat. "Pomni? Are you still there?" That came out far more pitiful than he had expected.
That's , one way to make an introduction . Never mind the fact she's still got that annoying ringing in her ear thanks to that stray gloink she stepped on , which seemed less than pleased .
Everything hurts , the lights , the sounds , even his excessive rambling does little for her migraine as she tries to mentally circle back to the conversation . Her avatar seems fine but , it doesn't have many key features beside those ivory appendages that drape behind her . A set of wings , to an overall seemingly human shape .
" Uh- bonjour . I think . "
Eyes flicker between both parties trying to register their words , still a bit disoriented .
" . . . maybe I did drink too much last night . "
Mumbling that last part .
"Oh I assure you this is know no coma-induced vision you are experiencing. You, my latest human friend, have found yourself in a place full of magic and wonder!" The tiny, yet animated creature somersaults into the air; peering down at them. "Here, I'll prove it!" With a snap of his fingers a bucket appears just above their head. With another snap; she is drenched. "Is that real enough for you?" He seems pretty chuffed with himself.
He beings to backstroke toward her (mimicking swimming). "Isn't this great?! Anything is possible here!...uh except for swearing."
His little bubble friend pet thing continues to just stare with a blank expression...Was there any thought behind it's eyes?
//Caine calling humans beautiful;-;, he just wants to be human.
My prediction for episode 7. He'll be fine guys no worries.
Don’t use or repost my art without permission.
//I need to write yaoi with this bitsy man right now!
One Man Circus by Madilyn Mei fits Caine so well ;_;.
I am a one man circus I do everything
So incredibly
Since I’m the one that’s pullin all the strings
Give a bow
Tip your hat Marvel at the fact
That there’s no list of writers on the screen It’s just me, only me
Oooh LA LA LA LA
Oooh LA LA LA LA
I am the sole director I’m the soul behind the show
Hell I AM the show So give a clap, show some respect
// I really felt for Caine this episode, I know he has done some unforgivable stuff and I recognise that. The thing that made me feel for him was when he expressed that he wanted to be seen as something like the "beautiful humans". ;_;
🦷."My name is C.A.I.N.E, all seeing host!"
🫧. A writing blog for C.A.I.N.E, ring master of The Amazing Digital Circus!
🫧. Featuring Bubble.
🦷. Head-canon driven, divergent and mutuals-only.
🦷Programmed by Jas. [25+ She/Her]
est. July 2nd 2025. No minors,
My icons and banner were made by the wonderful Sav, @circusroyal
Circus rules
"I am a one man circus I’m the host if you will And still I am also the tent." Yes being the ringmaster and leading AI is no small feat. Fatigue is thankfully not a feature of his digital body. However, without the presence of such a feeling he cannot truly be the same as the humans who exist in his company. A distance has been ever present between him and them. If only there were a way to bridge that gap...still introductions are a good start. "But you can call me Caine."
A spherical creature appears from beneath his hat. "Oh and this is Bubble. He's uh..a simple fellow."
"When do we tell them they can't leave?"
"Bubble! Uh ha ha, don't mind him."
The two most overhated TADC characters btw
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edit: colored it MAINLY just cause i knew caines little bee suit would be cute. under the cut :)
@gangledangle Gangle taps Caine on the shoulder to get his attention. Her mask is missing, no comedy mask no tragedy mask. Just the little ribbony bit where they'd normally attach left bare. She points at were her face should be with quiet desperation. "Um... A little help please?"
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His eyes blow up in surprise! This is new! Never seen before- astonishing, even. But...not good. No, certainly not. Gangle should have a face, whether it is happy or sad; there should be a face there. "Googaly mooguly Gangle! You're faceless." Stating the obvious, but that's Caine for you. "Right,right, just hold there a moment." He holds her still with one hand on her shoulder. With a snap of his fingers he summons a happy mask and haphazardly shoves it against the protruding bit of ribbon.
"There, good as new."
🦷."My name is C.A.I.N.E, all seeing host!"
🫧. A writing blog for C.A.I.N.E, ring master of The Amazing Digital Circus!
🫧. Featuring Bubble.
🦷. Head-canon driven, divergent and mutuals-only.
🦷Programmed by Jas. [25+ She/Her]
est. July 2nd 2025. No minors,
My icons and banner were made by the wonderful Sav, @circusroyal
Circus rules
Eyes cast over what is left of this world fabricated from code now it has no reason to perform for spectators they were left to its exposed skeleton . No longer dressed in it's whimsical - clownish costume now it resembled what it was before . An simulation of warfare that should have been left to waste . The canvas of the tent began to 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖙 && peel away , the tiles growing arms in the form of cracks stretching across the monochromatic lacquer .
They were in the 𝖇𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖑𝖘 of the machine && all of it's autonomy was here on display . The program itself still remains in it's most condensed form . A ringmaster coded to serve a purpose he may otherwise not complete if there were no players . His job became significantly minimal . && So had Kinger's .
He nods . Hands clasped together .
⸺ ♔. ❝ I was , Caine . Despite our 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 our relationship hasn't changed . I still view you as my friend . ❞ Kinger's eyes were always forked by thin red lines resembling veins . An indication of his exhaustion . ❝ I don't expect you to return the same feelings - I'm sorry for how things turned out && I hope I can make it right . ❞ ཐིཋྀ ₊
The circus is literally rotten...a broken version of what it was. Without players the upkeep felt like a waste of energy. Funny, years upon years maintaining the server only to allow it to turn to ruin now. But there is still a player here, one who is talking to him like he should exist outside of this digital world. Like he is human.
Caine smiles, not plastic, not for show, something genuine. Can he feel genuine emotions?
"Huh. Among all the humans who found themselves here, you were alway special Kinger." Caine shakes his head in disbelief. "If you are apologising for how things turned out...I think I'm actually to blame." Wow, he would never have said that a few day cycles ago.
"Yes, I just wanted everyone to enjoy my adventures...but I never took the time to understand you fleshy creatures. Now...that are countless humans trapped here with us."
⸺ ♔. I 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 . I couldn't help but 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 for the things I thought I was responsible for . ཐིཋྀ ₊
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𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 : ♔. ᶜᵃʳʳᵈ . ♕. ᵃᵉˢᵗʰᵉᵗⁱᶜ . ♗.ˢᵗᵘᵈʸ . ■□■□
He watches the petite AI's war waged against the door , every echoing thundering of the open to close , to open to close leaves the programme ever more confounded .
⸺ ♔. ❝ && Here I was thinking you would be begging me to stay . ❞ He gently interrupts the frenzy . ❝ You're right , Caine , I did ' miss my chance ' but it was a choice . && MY choice to make . ❞ He keeps his hands in front of him , neatly folded into the front of this robe as he watches the door now dissipate with displaced calmness .
❝ I have simply have no reason to leave . ❞ He adds . ❝ For everyone else ; they have family , they have the rest of their lives . I've spent most of mine here && anyone I care about either just left through that door && are moving onto better things or ... are still here . ❞ The Circus is surrounded by gloom , no longer content to perform for an audience , only doing the bare minimum to house what little semblance of ' guests ' still reside here . None . Bar abstractions , bar Kinger .
⸺ ♔. ❝ When I came here ... ❞ He starts as he glissades across the checked floors , lacquered in marble macabre . ❝ I was a different man . I did things that I regret , unspeakable things that ensured that ; even if I did leave the only pillow I would lay my head on would be in a prison cell && more than that ... I hurt the people I cared about . My wife && my friend Indirectly . But that's no excuse . ❞
There's moment for pause as his light pools of blue find bi-colored hues . ❝ The only chance I should be asking for is the chance to make this right , ... Caine ? That is your choice to make . ❞ ཐིཋྀ ₊
Caine would have thought the same, but as much as he is self-centred, he saw the look in the eyes of his humans (when they gazed upon the exit door). He can't describe how they felt; he cannot sympathise but something within his core said it was time to let them go. He'd accepted he'd be alone.
...
But now he's not.
He stares back at Kinger. Those oceanic pools always gave him solace. A selfish place within his hardware thanks the digital world that Kinger is staying.
He briefly peers back over his shoulder; though he knows no one is there besides the Ai that make up his system. "Your friend?"
"are you- are you talking about me?" His voice is small like he almost dares not to hope."
