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@draksavior34
https://gofund.me/09e0fbe53
Alright, gonna be real for a minute:
Yes: this for me.
I'm having some trouble this holiday season and, despite my pride, It was suggested to make a GoFundMe to maybe get some help.
There are a lot more worthy causes than helping some random guy on the Internet, but I'll be truly grateful for anything given.
Even just sharing this would be more than enough.
Please and thank you, and please don't think less of me if you somehow know me.
beach au thing
Thank @pickledblueyy for this, because her latest post inspired me (also, first one of these in a while.)
Pomni stood on the edge of the threshold, staring at her friends, and Caine.
It had been sometime since since Caine's return, since he had been made to understand the humans under his charge better. And with that understanding, came a desire to help them. To give them what they truly wanted.
A way home.
Even a certain rabbit has been convinced when Pomni had promised to find him If they were separated.
And so, Caine had made the exit, a real one this time, that they all craved.
Unfortunately, it looked like only she could use it. Everyone had attempted to push past the strange invisible barrier that held them back, and yet no could push through it, their attempts simply bouncing them back, sometimes with extreme force in the case of a Jax and zooble when they both had pushed against it.
But when Pomni attempted it last, her hand simply with over the threshold of the exit door. She felt a pull immediately and pulled her hand back, her and everyone staring at Caine.
He stammered, unable to figure out the way and how.
The answer came when Kinger asked a question, a question no one had bothered to ask themselves:
"do you still remember what you looked like?"
No one could remember their names, that was a given. But try as they might, only Pomni, the newest arrival, could still remember herself.
No one else, whether due to time or something else, could remember their own faces.
It was a sobering moment.
"it appears... Only Pomni can leave" Caine supplied unhelpfully.
Zooble frowned, or at least attempted to, their eyes conveying the emotion even without a mouth, "Yeah, no shit Caine!" The censors had long since been purged from the circus.
Everyone stood awkwardly for a moment before Pomni took a step away from the door.
"I'm not leaving." She said resolutely, "I'm not leaving all of you!"
Her fellow humans all shared a look, as Ragatha stepped forward.
"Pomni-" she began, only to get interrupted but the small jester.
"No!" Pomni exclaimed, eyes hard, "I'm just abandoning all of you! We all leave... Or none of us do!"
Gangle spoke up, voice surprisingly firm, "Pomni... You have people waiting for you. You have a life."
Pomni gave out a hollow laugh, one cold and bitter like winter winds.
"A job I despised? A family I haven't talked to in years? Friends I never had before you all? What life, Gangle? What life do I have out there?!"
Her out burst froze the living ribbon woman.
"What life do you have here Pom-Pom?"
Everyone turned to look at Jax, his face blank.
"Even with dentures here actually working with us, what life do you have here? What could possibly be worth staying here for?"
Pomni looked at him, her gaze set on his dark eyes.
"You." She said simply, Jax's breathing momentarily broken by the one word, "All of you. You are my friends."
Jax mentally flogged himself. Of course she had mentioned everyone, he wasn't special. At least that's what he tried to tell himself. And tried to ignore the way she hadn't taken her eyes off of him.
Jax sighed, and nodded, more to himself than her, "So that's it: you refuse to leave us, huh?"
She nodded, the bells on her hat jingling in the quiet, before adding, "I promised you."
Jax walked forward, knelt down to her level, and hugged her, surprising not only her, but everyone else too.
Jax doesn't hug, and he certainly doesn't hold someone like they're about to disappear like he was doing with her. And Pomni, touch adverse Pomni, that flinched when a hand found her shoulder, returned the hug.
"Thank you... And I'm sorry" he said, earnestly.
She was about to replay when she felt her feet leave the ground.
She was surprised, too surprised, completely caught unawares as Jax lifted her like one would a suit of luggage and, with no ceremony, tossed her through the threshold of the door.
The last thing she saw before everything with black, was Jax, looking at her with barely concealed tears stinging the corners of his cheek, mouthing words he didn't have the guts to speak out loud.
She knew exactly what they said, and he saw her eyes widened before her form winked out of existence.
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Much time later:
The crows nest was filled with the sound of laughter and joy as everyone ate and drank, and hung out.
Time had passed and everyone had worked together to make the circus something resembling a home.
Gone were the restrictions of the pass, and with them, a semblance of humanity could be enjoyed by everyone, from unrestricted speak, to new clothes.
Ragatha, now dressed in form fitting jeans and a flannel shirt that looked like a lumberjack stereotype would and hair in a pony tail, chatted with Kinger on Jax's right about funny moments in his old life, Ragatha's soft giggles filling the air.
Gangle, in a simple dress that looked liked it was out of a summertime anime, and Caine, now dressed more casually, and now thoroughly enjoying each other's company, drew together, coming up with something new (though it was only recently that Caine had stopped drawing nothing but bees).
Zooble, covered in leather from their jacket to their pants, sat next to them, enjoying a vanilla milkshake while Jax, still in his overalls but now with a blakc long sleeved t-shirt, nursed his own milkshake, though his was chocolate. ("The objectively best flavor!" He had stated)
The atmosphere was pleasant, but Jax found his mind immediately filling with what ifs, spefically, what if Pomni was still here.
Jax didn't regret his decision. The first truly selfless one he could remember making. No one had called him out on it, no gave him smack over it. Because deep down, they had all wanted it. Wanted at least one of their number saved.
Ragatha, for all the improvement she had had, wouldn't have done it. Neither would have Gangle. Caine definitely wouldn't have, he never admitted it, but he was happy to have humans that wouldn't leave him.
Zooble might have done it, and even Kinger was in that same group. But only Jax had had the stones to do it. To take away Pomni's choice, her independence for one vital moment, to save her.
She might hate him, back in the real world, but at least she was IN the real world.
As he was about to take another sip, six small, but shrill beeps filled the crows nest, as even looked at the wrists, at their wacky watches.
Sometime after Jax had thrown Pomni out of the circus, Caine had given everyone watches. Besides telling time, they also allowed everyone to communicate in the circus and most adventures, which everyone now contributed and Caine now joined.
It also let everyone know when a new player joined the circus, as now with the knowledge and ability to create their own worlds, albeit slower that Caine, meant that there were times when no one was around the stage.
Jax sighed as he set his shake down, stood up, and stretched theatrically.
"come on, let's go meet the new sucker." Jax said lazily. Caine immediately shot up, already talking about the amazing (digital) stuff he was going to show them, until zooble pulled him down.
"Caine. What did we talk about?" Zooble said, firm, but not unkind. Much like a stern parent would to a child.
"... don't overwhelm the newcomers..." He said, pouting a little.
Zooble nodded and patted Caine on the head, " good boy Caine." They said, cause Caine to brighten up immediately.
Jax hadn't paid attention to this at all. Being the first one out of the cafe, he stood at the railing and looked down at the main stage, the place newcomers always arrived at, gazing down at the figure that now stood there.
At first, Jax was confused. Even from this high, he could tell the stance of the person standing on the stage was relaxed, even confident. Not the scared, often jumpy stance that almost everyone had on their first day, and their second, and their third.
No this one was strangely at ease.
Jax continued to peer down at the figure, who seemed to feel his gaze on the as they, no, she turned to look up at him.
He froze at that moment, a quiet curse coming out of his mouth.
Ragatha, who had been right behind him, leaned over the railing next to him, asking what was wrong, but getting no answer.
She understood when she finally looked down, her mouth falling open at the same time a hand, now with five fingers, staring down at the now waving figure.
The other soon arrived, soon looking down as well, and all gaining similar expressions, save for Caine who looked positively giddy. Jax was the first to move, pushing past everyone, nearly knocking Zooble over as he sprinted down the stairs, taking two at a time. The others followed him down with the same urgency, though Caine flew beside everyone instead of taking the stairs.
Jax was the first to arrive at the stage, skidding to a halt in front of the figure that now sat at its edge, her pointy shoe covered feet being swung softly. The others didn't fall behind and they too stopped in front of the very familiar figure.
Her rubber like, porcelain colored skin was covered in an outfit that looked different, but familiar. The same red and blue alternating colored tuni now with short puffy sleeves And similar pants covers her body while an all too familiar jesters hat covered her head, the bells on it jingling softly when her head moved
Jax was the first to speak, in voice trembling with emotions barely contained:
"Pomni..."
Pomni's smile grew slightly as she regarded her friends, happy to see them again after so long.
"hi everyone. So, what's new?"
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Yes, I'm ending it here. No, I have no plans to continue. Yes, I'm evil.
I hope you all enjoyed that. Again, thank @pickledblueyy for her inspiration, and please check out her work. She's been on hiatus and her newest posts are amazing (especially the first one. Its a masterpiece and it's tallni!!!)
He wants to be heeeeld 🥹
Canon style tallni!?!?!
First post back, and you came back with a masterpiece!!!
Happy pride everyone!!
Funnybunny fic: A game no one plays anymore. by KatfishCom
I've finally worked up the courage to post the first two chapters of my fanfic!! I really hope you'll enjoy it.
I already have 19 chapters written, so updates will most likely be fairly frequent.
Sharing this because everyone should read it!
Drunk Confession
eh
Jax caught yearning, 4k (not click bait)
Jax's design for my new fanfic "Black Blood Harvest"
I'm working out the details and some of the plot. Sorry guys, I can't write smut without a plot lol
I want it to be fun, freaky, and dramatic. So expect a lot of that.
Thanks to @luky_sheep for their donation on Ko-fi! I hadn't checked the page and didn't get a notification. That really motivates me to keep doing what I do.
Vampire Jax vampire Jax!
Jax's design for my new fanfic "Black Blood Harvest"
I'm working out the details and some of the plot. Sorry guys, I can't write smut without a plot lol
I want it to be fun, freaky, and dramatic. So expect a lot of that.
Thanks to @luky_sheep for their donation on Ko-fi! I hadn't checked the page and didn't get a notification. That really motivates me to keep doing what I do.
Hi!!!
So, no preamble: I am changing my flow.
I have had, a lot of stories I've tried to make. And frankly.
I'm burnt out. Which is weird, because I don't actually write a lot. Starting is so hard for me.
But, I want to write. So, what I'm doing is I'm going to focus exclusively on two projects that I think will be interesting.
Now, that doesn't mean I'm going give up on my other long form stories. They've basically been on unofficial hiatus, now, it's more official. Once I feel I have a consistent relationship with writing consistently, I'll revisit them.
I might make a few one shots here or there, tho. So, you know. :3
Any, the two projects, I'm going to drop a bit of info on separate posts later, but here's the basic concept for both:
Fic 1: code lyoko x tadc: time to make an actual villain.
Fic 2: battletech/MechWarrior x tadc: time to combine my two biggest hyper fixations and see what terrible amalgamation I can make.
friends... help me out, im doing a temperature check
would you join a popnet discord server?
yes, please
not my thing, no thanks
maybe down the line
One of my favorite funnybunny headcanons is the fact I just KNOW he is just the most whipped little thing ever.
They have to get up for the day but she tugs on him to stay in her bed? Fuck the circus, what does he care?
He’s bothering Ragatha over something stupid but hears his girlfriends stern voice? Oh he’s behaving all the sudden.
Watching his little girlfriend get up and start to walk away from the group? He’s following like a puppy on a leash he doesn’t want to be released from.
He’s just so totally interested in everything she wants and needs that he just stares into space sometimes and thinks about how he’s let himself get so down bad for a cartoon jester.
Ahhh. I remember this. The first post I ever truly interacted with the fandom.
And the fact you became my first beta reader and we helped each other writing... This post is getting reblogged because it's that special to me.
this was such an interesting thing to say, in the weak attempt to keep some kind of.. what? bravado? angst?
just to give up, he really must not have any use for that mask anymore.
I think I understand after thinking. It’s a feeble attempt to get the others to cooperate in their hate of himself, because he is expecting their rejection still. Just in the same way he waited for Pomni to react when earlier in the ep.
But nobody even gives a reaction, and he drops it, like the very hollow thing that it is. It weighed nothing, not even to him.
Man wants everyone to hate him like he hates himself. Because he completely believes he's incapable of being loved, or even liked.
Fuck it. The fanbase is going to hell in a hand basket anyway and I'm so god damn depressed I'm dipping into this AU to cope.
I said I wasn't going to start from the beginning because it was going to be waaaaaay to long and its a bit convoluted but I need something to keep myself sane right now.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Funnybunny post-apocalyptic zombie fic.
Flicky!!!!
I'm not sure if you remember me, I commented on a few of the comics and art pieces you made a while back. I loved this au from the beginning and was worried I'd never see it in written form!
But now, despite everything the fandom is going through, you prove to be a ray of sunshine and give me exactly what I wanted.
Thank you! I can't wait to see what you develop and I'll support you every step of the way!
As for everyone else that sees this reblog, please go check this out!
@draksavior34 I remember you! You’re the main reason why I continued to develop this AU! So thank you for giving me the support and courage to keep working on this.
You’re so lovely and I really appreciate your kind words and encouragement.
Yeah, it’s kinda rough in the fandom right now. This story is turning into my coping mechanism 🥹
When in doubt AU it out 😂
🥰🥰🥰
Akdnidbejekspdns
Wdym?!?! That's one of the sweetest things I've ever heard!!!
Of course! I always support my moots in their creative endeavors! Especially when it's really well done!!!
Keep it up!!! (Please)
Fuck it. The fanbase is going to hell in a hand basket anyway and I'm so god damn depressed I'm dipping into this AU to cope.
I said I wasn't going to start from the beginning because it was going to be waaaaaay to long and its a bit convoluted but I need something to keep myself sane right now.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Funnybunny post-apocalyptic zombie fic.
Flicky!!!!
I'm not sure if you remember me, I commented on a few of the comics and art pieces you made a while back. I loved this au from the beginning and was worried I'd never see it in written form!
But now, despite everything the fandom is going through, you prove to be a ray of sunshine and give me exactly what I wanted.
Thank you! I can't wait to see what you develop and I'll support you every step of the way!
As for everyone else that sees this reblog, please go check this out!
funbun angst
i couldn't sleep because of that comic
“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”
not even risking that shit
scrolled past this, re-evaluated my life, then SCROOOLLLED back up and hit the damn reblog button.
She ain’t no games in real life so I take her serious all the time
Anyone with a name that starts with a “Z”, ends with an “i”, and isn’t some kind of Italian pasta, IS SERIOUS
I’m not climbing no mountain with a pig on my back, 🙅🏽🙅🏾🙅🏿 Negative.
Nope. I know better, have your reblog Madame Zeroni.
who the fuck is Madame Zeroni
Look at these stupid children who don’t know who Madame Zeroni is
Man lissen if you don’t know you better ask somebody AFTER you hit the reblog button
Idk who she is but I have an exam today so I’ll reblog her
idk who she is but i have an exam today so i’ll reblog her
^Haiku^bot^0.4. Sometimes I do stupid things (but I have improved with syllables!). Beep-boop!
Because wise, I am.
Oh fucks no she’s back lmao must reblog. I’m sorry guys
Reblogging Madame Zeroni because I would hate for my great-great grandson to get hit in the head by running shoes
