It's really funny being in the fandom because Caine fanclub community is absolutely destroyed and planning a funeral, Kinger community is debating wheter he fucked up or if they should love him even more and Zooble community is just happy their gremlin is able to curse and got a sweet moment with Gangle
Gift for @neeonsfanart! I wanted to follow your prompt of Jax being smug and Jax wit a different outfit! So here's a Jax wearing a Polo shirt because why not.
So, in my head, Jax randomly got a new fit and agreed to model it for Gangle, as long as she doesn't disclose this with anyone.
FunnyBunny Bonus: Pomni finds them, and she likes what she sees.
เน Characters. Zooble centric. Romantic or platonic Abstragedy, whatever you decide. Minor mention of the rest of the TADC cast.
เน Word Count. 3.6 k
เน Content warning. Body dysmorphia, self-esteem struggles, intense anxiety and panic, and mild body horror (detachable body parts). Please read with care.
เน AO3 Link. In case you prefer reading on AO3, here's the link!
เน Synopsis.
Three times Zooble hated their body.
One time they truly despised it.
And one fragile, unexpected moment where they almost learned to forgive it (perhaps with Gangle's help).
เน Author's note.
Hello @goblinfrog1! This is your pinch-hit gift for the TADC Gift Fest! You only asked for some abstract tragedy angst, so I tried my best to deliver.
Iโm truly sorry for the delay, not only does writing take me about ten times longer than drawing, but I also wasnโt counting on my advisor suddenly asking for my thesis document, so I had to set the gift aside for a few weeks. Still, I hope you like it, and, as promised for the other participants, the remaining gifts are coming!
This piece takes inspiration from the 5+1 type of fic, but instead I made it a 3+1. I originally wanted to make five, but the first three parts are rewrites of already existing scenes from Zoobleโs POV, just with a bit more sadness and introspection, so I didnโt want to stretch that section too much. The final part is original, and therefore, Iโm truly sorry if any of the characters feel OOC ๐ฅ
I sincerely hope you like it and happy belated holidays! ๐
โThen what is your problem, Zooble!?โ Caine got closer, his upper jaw forming what seemed to be quite an eerie frown. โI'm trying my best to remember! But you and my brain won't tell me!โ
Zooble observed with mild annoyance how Caine stretched and squished his eyes, finishing his complaint with a glare and crossed arms. He had always had an attitude, theyโd noticed that a long time ago, but today, they didnโt have the strength it took to fight Caineโs snarl.
Perhaps they could try.
They sighed and relaxed into the red, plastic couch, the burning irritation melting into something calmer. Something softer. More vulnerable.
โIt's me, remember?โ they muttered, their voice low and quiet, their usual coldness replaced by a fragile need to be understood. โI don't likeโฆโ
I don't like these stupid parts.
I don't like my room, filled with mirrors, that force me to see myself from every possible angle, no matter how hard I try to hide from them.
I don't li-
โmyself.โ
They squinted in disgust, because even when they tried, that was the only thing they could feel toward their body. With a tired sigh, they grabbed the elongated, stiff plastic arm protruding from their bean-like torso.
It was torture. Humans often joked about wanting to rip off certain body parts (exaggerations, of course). The cruel part was that Zooble could actually do it. They could tear themselves apart and rebuild from scratch, and still, the burning hatred they felt toward their body would remain.
โI hate this body, I hate all of these removable pieces.โ They looked back at Caine, their eyes pleading, silently and exhausted. โI just want to find something that feelsโฆ good.โ
That last good came out softer than they expected. A painful, desperate admission.
โAh yeah, now I remember why I couldn't remember,โ Caine said. His frown vanished, and though he wasnโt as cheerful as usual, his anger had faded. โIt's because that problem is already solved!โ
With a snap of his fingers and what Zooble assumed was his version of a smile, a plastic container appeared in front of them, shining like sacred loot box.
Zooble stared at it, disappointment sinking deep into their chest. It was the same box abandoned in the corner of their room. If dust existed in the circus, it wouldโve been coated in it by now.
โSimply swap out your undesirable Zooble parts for better ones!โ
It sounded simple.
Just swap them.
Tear your limbs off. Surely there had to be something better.
There wasnโt.
โI've been trying to find parts I like since the day I got here.โ
After that, the conversation drifted back to Caineโs adventures. Zooble wasnโt even annoyed anymore. Their words after that hadnโt been meant to hurt, they were just tired. Too tired to care.
What had they really expected?
That somehow, Caine would finally understand them?
Understand how deeply they hated the body theyโd been given?
That had been naive.
Zooble rummaged through the parts box, pushing aside colorful limbs and mismatched accessories. They werenโt sure when that thing had appeared. It was a Zoobleโs box (why on earth was there a theater mask in it? Itโs not like their weirdly shaped head could wear anything other than the silly accessories they stuck into the top of it), still, they knew exactly who could use that mask as soon as they spotted it.
โI dunno if it will work, but it looks about the same shape as yours.โ Gangle let out a surprised โOhโ as she tried to grab it. Then Zooble felt the need to clarify, a hint of mirth in their voice. โAnd the best part, itโs plastic.โ They whacked the mask against their polygonal head to prove their point. โSo, it wonโt break as easily.โ
Gangle took the mask with a dubious look, eyeing it cautiously. Zooble noticed and offered a soft encouragement. โTry it on.โ
With a hesitant turn, Gangle faced one of Zoobleโs mirrors and carefully placed the mask on. The next question came without thought.
โHowโs it feel?โ
Not how it looks.
Because, Zooble noticed, for them, feeling good had always been the priority.
They had never felt good in their own body.
โIt feelsโฆ normal. Like, in a good way!โ Gangle said, a smile spreading across her curved face.
โThatโs good, right?โ
Must be nice, feeling, at the very least, normal.
โThank you, Zooble!โ
At least Gangle felt normal. Relieved, probably. And somehow, that eased the gnawing, self-deprecating feeling curling inside them. There would be time to dwell on it later.
โYou are human, you are not his toy.โ Zooble sighed, sitting down without taking their eyes off Gangle. While Gangle wore that melancholic expression permanently due to the absence of her comedy mask, Zooble could always tell when there was something deeper behind that artificially generated sadness. The genuine tint of misery was impossible to ignore, at least for them.
Gangle hugged her ribbon legs closer, her ceramic tears caressing the synthetic fabric that made up her body.
โIt sometimes doesnโt feel that way.โ
Zooble blinked, a painful jolt of surprise running through them. For a brief moment, they couldnโt bring themselves to look at Gangle and simply averted their gaze. Zooble had always found it easy to talk to her; words flowed naturally, and they never hesitated to offer comfort whenever her mask overwhelmed her. But this time, her words left them defenseless.
For a second, they considered staying silent. Zooble had just realized how difficult it was to comfort Gangle when her pain resonated and echoed inside their chest, shaking their heart with each invisible soundwave.
โ...These avatar gimmicks, huh?โ Zooble delicately picked up the mask she had been taking care of, the porcelain cold and stiff beneath their plastic hands. The black paint forming Gangleโs comedy expression reflected Zoobleโs disheartened eyes in a mocking way. โMakes you wonder why no one else got them.โ
โI just wish that-โ Gangle sighed, her ribbon ends covering her teary ceramic face. Then she continued, her voice somber, laced, of course, with sadness, but also carrying deep frustration. โHow are you supposed to like the part of yourself that justโฆ makes you worse than everyone else?โ
At that moment, Zooble felt a genuine surge of respect for Gangleโs predicament. If their own inconvenient body also affected their emotions so directly, they would have lost what remained of their sanity long ago. Gangle, however, tried every day. She didnโt always cope in the healthiest way, but she stayed. She endured. She tried again, every adventure, every time.
She truly had a resilient mind.
โโCauseโฆ it exists,โ Zooble said, suddenly feeling their words flow again. โItโs a part of you thatโs real, and the only you that you should care about is the real you.โ
The real them.
The real, inconvenient, flawed, and genuine them.
โYou have to choose to love yourself,โ Zooble added as they slowly stood, offering a hand to Gangle. โEven if it doesnโt make sense.โ It never made sense to Zooble, anyway. โItโs not natural, itโs intentional.โ
Zooble glanced aside, reflecting on the weight of their own words. Just as Gangleโs pain resonated within them (even if their situations were technically different) perhaps their comfort could help mend their own hatred for their avatar, for their body.
โHaveโฆ you ever had to make that choice?โ
Zoobleโs mismatched eyes widened, their mind slowly processing the question. Would Gangle look at them differently if they answered yes? At that point, Zooble wasnโt sure whether Gangle noticed their silence, their caught-off-guard โHuh?โ, or simply thought her question inappropriate, but she quickly retracted it.
โS-sorry, I meanโฆโ She let out a self-deprecating laugh. โOf course not, you are Zooble.โ
Zoobleโs grip slackened as they squinted, their gaze drifting miles away into the wall. If Gangle only knew. If she suspected that Zooble had to make that choice every single day and that most days, they chose not to love themselves. They chose instead to loathe their body, to hide in forgotten corners of the circus, not only to escape the adventures, but also to avoid their room, filled with mirrors that made them wish they didnโt have eyes at all.
Then, with a surprisingly firm squeeze, Gangle pulled them back to the present. Zooble focused on her smile.
โWhatever happens, I have your back, if you have mine.โ
And for both of them, that applied not only to the gun adventure.
Zooble had lost track of how many minutes they had been running. The convoluted scenery around them rivaled the Intermission in sheer sensory overload, a relentless assault of overwhelming colors and flashing lights.ย
After the Best Character Awards fiasco, Caine had seemedโฆ different. More distant. For days afterward, the adventures followed what Zooble could only describe as the rule of minimum effort. A beach day. A simple stroll through the park. Fishing in the deeper parts of the digital lake. Zooble didnโt mind calm adventures, on the contrary, they actively encouraged them. Still, they couldnโt shake the feeling that something was deeply out of place. Caine spoke in the flattest tone they had ever heard from him, as though his voice were being filtered through some cheap automated translator. Zooble did their best to enjoy the simplicity. The Digital Circus thrived on saturation, on explosions, chaos, and characters that looked like the result of violently spinning a chromatic wheel, so the lack of visual assault should have been welcome.
And yetโฆ
Everything felt wrong. Uneasy. It was impossible to relax completely.
Zooble had even tried to ask Caine what the point of all of this was. He ignored them outright. Each adventure was announced with the forced excitement of someone speed-running an unpaid chore, opening a portal and disappearing immediately afterward.
In his apparent attempt to invest the least possible amount of effort, Caine began promoting adventures that reused the circus grounds themselves.
Todayโs destination was the digital carnival.
Only, Zooble wished he had stuck with his calm-adventure phase.
Because this time, the lack of effort felt different.
The adventure no longer radiated indifference, it carried something darker. Resentment, perhaps. It still had the same rushed, half-hearted construction as the park outing, but now that carelessness had become actively dangerous. It was supposed to be some kind of escape room. Fine. Zooble could work with that. What they couldnโt work with was how badly it was made.ย
The hints read as if a generative AI model had vomited out incoherent nonsense. When they did manage to decipher one of the riddles, nothing happened, as if Caine had forgotten to properly configure half the environment. At this point, they were no longer solving puzzles so much as brute-forcing their way forward, at Jaxโs enthusiastic suggestion, much as Zooble despised the rabbitโs violent tendencies, they couldnโt deny that there was no fair or logical way to escape that carnival house.
Things became downright unbearable when they stepped on a trap.
A rug. No floor beneath it.
They plunged downward.
Their plastic parts clattered violently against the slideโs surface, and through the noise, Zooble caught the cut-off scream of Gangle calling their name. At least she hadnโt fallen too, the drop would have probably shattered her comedy mask.
โ[$&%#]!โ
Zooble took a few seconds to suck in a deep breath, curse the entire situation, and figure out where the [$&%#] they had landed.
They tried to recall the original instructions given by the mannequin NPC. The escape route was through a skylight in the attic, which, for some incomprehensible reason, counted as the third floor. They had just found the stairs leading up when they triggered the rug trap (Dirty movement on Caineโs behalf, to be honest).
Which meant they were back on the first floor.
Again.
They had to clear the entire damn house again.
Exceptโฆ the more they examined their surroundings, the more dread crept in.
They had already torn apart the first floor. None of this matched what they remembered. If it had, they could have simply used the exits they had violently created earlier. This place, however, didnโt even look like part of the original structure. Mirrors lined the walls, dozens of them, angled and arranged to create the illusion of endless space. Infinity stretched in every direction. It was nearly impossible to tell where the corridors ended and where the glass began. The difference between passageways and reflective traps could only be discerned by touch.
They had to get out.
All of them did, in fact. The portal wouldnโt appear until everyone escaped. And by now, Zooble knew better than to play by the rules.
With an exhausted sigh, they grabbed one of their arms and used it as a blunt weapon, shattering mirrors in their path without giving them a second glance. They advanced carefully. While pain was fictional, it didnโt make it any less unpleasant, and if they could avoid smashing into the glass, they would.
The idea of looking at themselves in a broken mirror wasโฆ quite an uncomfortable prospect.
It would have been so easy, if that was the only thing to do; walk out of the mirror maze.
But of course it wasnโt that easy.
They had only managed to take a few steps when they heard the loud, boisterous music start to play. The lights dimmed, the only source of brilliance was the mirror edges, which now shone with an awfully colorful variation of neon lights.ย
Fine, a sensory overload would make this even more annoying, but they could deal with this.ย
They were Zooble, they could-
Thatโs when they heard it.
Their pulse spiked, an unreal, crushing sensation in their chest. An otherworldly shriek tore through the static silence of the room. They turned in every direction, desperate to locate the source. That was when they saw it: a horrendous creature that Zooble, as an educated guess (based on Pomniโs words), recognized as the cursed entity haunting the Mildenhall Manor.
What a horrible moment to recycle assets.
Zooble wasnโt sure if it was coming for them, or if it was only a mirror illusion. They ran anyway. They tried to stick to their original strategy, now fueled by adrenaline and urgency, clinging to the fact that crashing into the mirrors would only slow them down.
That was how they died the first time.
While silently walking through the maze, they failed to notice the creature beside them. With a shriek, Zoobleโs vision was swallowed by blinding static. Then, instantly, they reappeared in a different place, a few meters above the floor, only to complete the humiliation by falling gracelessly onto it.
When they opened their eyes, they realized they had been sent back to the starting point. They recognized it immediately: the ceiling trap loomed overhead, the same one they had fallen from.
They told themselves what Gangle had told them.
They were Zooble.
They could deal with this.
They couldnโt.
Fuck. They really couldnโt.
Each time the creature even brushed against them, the shriek, the static, and the ceiling trap returned, stripping away every amount of progress they had fought for. That was problem number one.
Problem number two was worse.
After the first run, they noticed their arm was missing, the same arm they used to break mirrors. Each time the creature caught them, their avatar was only relocated, not reset.
And this wouldnโt have mattered so much if the impact after each relocation hadnโt been so brutal.
On their third reset, their eye popped loose from its polygonal head when they hit the floor. As they scrambled to grab it, they caught sight of the creature behind them, or maybe its reflection. Zooble didnโt wait long enough to find out. They bolted, leaving the eye behind.
First, their eye.
Then one antenna.
Then the other.
On their thirteenth reset, they lost their second arm.
Reset twenty-nine: their left leg.
Zooble had lost count of how many times the creature had caught them. Still, the hollow rush of terror flooding their chest never dulled. They were hyperventilating now, hopping desperately, searching for an exit they barely believed existed.
Their original strategy had been abandoned long ago. Now, their only choice was to crash through mirrors, one after another. The pain (artificial as it was) was beginning to break them.
That was when they saw it.
A window.
Zooble forgot how to breathe as they ran. They tripped, skidded across the floor, and crawled toward it. For one reckless second, they ignored the creature entirely.
All they wanted was out.
So close.
They were so close.
They lunged, and the only thing that greeted them was the deafening sound of shattering glass.
Not the window.
A mirror.
Zooble stared at the place where the window should have been. It was still there, glowing softly in the fractured reflections, untouched and unreachable. Like a cruel joke.
Something inside them snapped.
They threw themselves at every mirror in the area. One of them had to be real. One of them had to lead out.
There had to be a way out.
When they crashed into the final mirror and slammed violently onto the floor for what felt like the hundredth time, their remaining leg tore free from their plastic body. They collapsed in a heap, helpless, the false window reflected endlessly around them, mocking them, torturing them.ย
โCAINE, LET ME OUT OF HERE!โ
Their voice cracked. They dragged themselves forward, rubbing their head against the floor, sobbing, crawling without limbs, without balance, without dignity. Every movement was agony. Every second stretched into eternity.
Hot tears blurred their vision as they clawed uselessly for their missing leg.
If only it wasnโt for this horribly designed body.
If only Caine didnโt hate them so much.
If only heโd given them something they could actually feel good in.
If only.
If only.
If only this body was good.
They had stopped breathing, they knew because their vision had begun to spiral with their head. A whirlwind of colors drained what little sanity they had left, second by second. At this point, they werenโt sure if the creature was still near, or if its shriek had simply looped itself permanently inside their mind.
Peace.
For a brief instant, the overwhelming colors, the torturous sounds, and the crushing weight of self-hatred dimmed. They faded into the background, muffled and distant.
How delightful.
How desperately they wished to stay like this.
Maybe they would.
โZooble!โ
The cry shattered the fragile, psychedelic bubble surrounding them.
How awful, they thought, to be dragged back into reality.
Still, reality felt kinder when they were in Gangleโs arms.
Gangle held their limbless body with equal parts worry, fear, and devotion, whispering soft, uncertain reassurances. Zooble wasnโt sure if she was trying to comfort them or herself. Either way, they accepted it with quiet gratitude.
They were perhaps a little too far gone to fully process what happened next. Jax and Pomni worked together, Jax swinging Pomni through the maze to shatter mirrors in their path. Somewhere else, in a way Zooble barely understood, Kinger deciphered the maze itself, perhaps it took a fractured mind to solve a fractured place. Ragatha kept watch for the creature, guiding them all forward, keeping them together.
But what Zooble remembered most was the way Gangle held them.
At Kingerโs suggestion, Zooble left their body behind (Jax tossing it toward the creature, they were too numb to resent him for it). For someone so fragile, Gangle cradled their head with fierce care, tying one of her ribbons around it, as though it were something precious.
And maybe it was.
Soon, with everyoneโs help, they escaped the maze. They found themselves back on the second floor. It wasnโt over yet, but at the very least, they were together.ย
Pomni, Jax, and Ragatha led the way. Zooble and Gangle lingered behind, walking in shared silence.
A silence Zooble felt compelled to break.
โThank youโฆ for coming back for meโ they said quietly.
โIโve got your back if youโve got mineโ Gangle replied, as if it were the most obvious truth in the world.
โYeahโฆโ
Oh, how good it felt to be looked after.
โYou hold me as if I were the lakeโs treasure,โ Zooble joked, trying to ease the tension still clinging to them both.
โWell,โ Gangle said, smiling softly, โyou are valuable to me.โ
Zooble let the words settle.
Their body still felt wrong. Awkward. Inconvenient. A collection of parts that never quite fit the way they were supposed to. That wasnโt something they could change.
But maybe they didnโt have to fight it, either.
Maybe they could justโฆ ignore it. Work around it.
After all, their body could change. It could bend, twist, and come apart in ways no one elseโs could. It let them rest in Gangleโs arms, let them tilt their head back and look up at her face. Let them feel (if only faintly) the comfort of being held.
And that wasnโt nothing.
Zooble glanced up at her, their voice quieter than before. โI never answered youโฆ but I do make that choice tooโฆit always isnโt easy, but it helps me get closer to the idea thatโฆ maybe this body doesnโt suck that much โ
Gangle blinked. Then smiled. โOnly maybe?โ
โOnly maybe,โ Zooble echoed, a small huff of laughter escaping them. โBut I think Iโd like to do this more often.โ
โDo what?โ
โThis,โ they said, shifting slightly in her arms. โBeing held. Looking up at you. Itโsโฆ nice.โ
Gangle smiled shyly, and her grip tightened just a little, careful and warm.
My (incredibly late) contribution to the TADC Secret Santa/Gift Exchange event!!!๐๐ ๐
Thank you to @tadcgiftfest for hosting this incredible event! It was really fun to create, receive, and view the gifts ๐
And my most sincere apologies for the (very) late gift @unchartedentity I hope you like it!
You left the prompts very open and for that I thank you! I got this idea from my favorite Christmas song (The Christmas Song by Nat King Cole) and loved creating it (ofc tumblr nerfed the color nโ quality since its traditional art ๐ ) I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!!!
Pinch hit gift for @brynieeeee, Happy late holidays!
While I was not able to draw her, I gotta say I love her witch Pomni design, if you can, please check her art! Happy Holidays
Shootout to Silas for reviewing and approving the Jaxโข ๐
Also, if anyone has a question about why Pomni's body looks cropped, I don't know the answer. Pretend it's a sticker design please ๐.
I don't know guys, I made a lot of mistakes while making this drawing. For example, I only noticed after adding my signature that Pomni's right arm looked strange ???
Like, her arm was supposed to be behind Jax???
And the worst part is that I colored and rendered it and didn't notice? ๐ญ I managed to fix it... somehow, but still, it baffles me that I didn't catch that sooner. I also messed a lot wit other stuff lol. Hope Brynie likes it nevertheless ๐
Yo yo yoooo I was just wondering what's gonna happen now that the gift exchange has ended? Are you planning on doing any other events?
Also also! Thank u for hosting this one! It was a lot of fun :)
Hey! To be honest I'm not really sure lol.
So, I was thinking a small event for valentines, perhaps opening requests for tadc ships sketches or something.
I know some event accounts do gift exchanges like this one not only for christmas but also for summer! So, perhaps I'll repeat this gift exchange dynamic mid-july (Well have to see).
So, to sum it up, I'll try to open ocassional drawing requests to keep the account alive until the next big event! :)
Bubble makes Caine a hot chocolate to cheer him up!
Warning: Volume warning and flashing lights + bright colors.
PS: I struggled picking the music so ignore how odd the first one is LOL
This is for my giftee @jaybejaybenotsstuff ! I'm incredibly sorry for being late, I did NOT forget about you Jay! There's some more words I want to say, but I'll leave it for the end.
The Animatic leads up to this point in the artwork, I also made a comic for the little bee plush!
So from now on these will be extras! Except for one thing...I especially want YOU @tadcgiftfest to see this little thing I may or may have hidden from you during check-ins.
PS: There's also this page that I included in the extras because I felt it was a bit rushed.
Ok so this one is kind of hard to understand, I just made it without prior plan LOL.
So the cast is having a snowball fight, and Caine decided to come with a bugle! Bubble is the snowball storage, he gobbles up snowballs for Caine to throw. But oh no! Caine got distracted by a butterfly and left the bubble storage running! Now the bugle is attacking the cast feverously off camera.
Anddddd...SUPRISE @hanajoyishere (aka the MOD!) this is for you and for you too jay! Double yoshie exploshi gift.
Alright so the extra words I wanted to say:
Jay's prompt was left really open-ended and I went...a bit crazy! I really loved that it was open to interpretation.
I really hope you like this gift as much as I enjoyed making it! it was a incredibly awesome learning experience for me too. I had so much fun that I spent most of my free time on it. There were even times where I couldn't sleep thinking about it LOL
I remember I went to Jay's page and saw their beautiful art and went "kay, I gotta lock in!"
And again, Jay's patience with this gift, I missed the deadline but they still waited so patiently, thank you Jay ๐
The Mod on this event was incredible, really smooth communication, rules, and flexible with the deadlines/schedules. They were incredibly enthusiastic and such a sweet individual. Thank you so much for hosting this event @tadcgiftfest, It was a blast.
I can't believe I finished this gift, I usually know myself as the person who doesn't finish anything, but this was such a growing experience for me. The Mod also helped a heck ton, their encouragement every time I updated them kept me pushing to finish it. And seeing it come together. I also learned that I really need to relearn editing and learn sound design, heh.
But seriously, thank you so much, it was a invaluable experience for me and I'd do it all again, Happy new year to both of you and anyone who is reading.
[PS: btw so sorry if the characters personalities aren't very close to canon ๐ญ I haven't rewatched the episodes in AWHILE}
OH MY...
I genuinely do not know where to start and I won't have the right words to say how incredible this gift is to me.
Zuri, you made an animation over 2 minutes!! It's SO INCREDIBLE. I was watching it the first time just in disbelief. My mind could not register what I was seeing. I watched it multiple times now while gasping out loud. It is so beautiful!! The story, the style, everything! I love the bee plushy so so much & the hot cocoa Bubble made for Caine. Also the glitching; I love some Caine angst and then comfort. Bubbles personality was so visible throughout the animation (I loved the sound effects hehehe) and do not get me started on the moon!! I felt so sad for Caine when he was left all alone, but then Bubble came back with all the good stuff, ugh.
Please don't say sorry for being late, I would've waited months to see this masterpiece. I genuinely can't get over that fact that you made this for me and I'm still in shock. Your talents are CRAZY and woahhh, I could write a book saying how much I'm in awe. Zuri, you did something extremely special for me, and I am so, so happy and jumping up and down because of it! Thank you won't do it justice, but again: THANK YOU SO SO MUCH!!
Reblogging this with Jay's wordsbecause I tink it's really cute.
Leaving that aside, guys, I'm so happy that you can now see what Zuri did! I've been dying for Jay and all of you to see this masterpiece! โค When zuri00 sent the first check-in I was genuinely shocked, I couldn't believe that someone was actually making a full storyboard for the event. Speechless doesn't convey the emotions I felt that day.
Throughout the event, Zuri00 kept me updated with occasional WIPs and progress reports, and everything just looked more and more amazing. The amount of love and effort they put into this is unbelievable. I'm really glad that you enjoyed working on this and that it gave you a chance for personal growth. You were an amazing person to talk to, too!
When I told Jay that their gifter had asked for an extension, I literally had to stop myself from spoiling it, I just said 'It's amazing and worth the wait', because I would have ruined just how incredible this whole set of gifts was. I'm really glad you liked it, Jay! โค๐
Also, OMG, I love the extras! How dare you hide them from me, Zuri00 (Just joking, they look adorable!) Can someone please tell Ragatha that Caine is ok, we can't have our beautiful girl stressed over Bubble's words.
เน Author's note. Hello @iknosabuk! Here's your gift from the @tadcgiftfest!
I decided to go for the first option and draw Ragatha as the ringmaster. She finds the job a little bit overwhelming, but as always, she is trying her best! Hope you like it!
Hi! I was your secret Santa! I originally wanted to do your first prompt but ran out of ideas so I tried mixing them all! Hopefully it's still good :D !
Thank you for hosting the exchange, @tadcgiftfest !
Caine, Kinger and Queenie hanging out in a bee themed bar! Decorated for the hollidays. Queenie is talking about her favourite bugs in this! ๐ชฒ๐๐ฆ
HELLO AGAINNN! now we enter the "gifts from gifters that asked for a time extension" era, i swear to you guys, they are as amazing as the previous ones. There are only like three of these? Then I'll start posting (slowly) the pinch hit gifts and then the event will be over!
ALSO LOOK AT THESE CUTIESSSSSSSSS. They all look so happy to be in each other's company ๐ญโค. Give the artist some love!
Secret Santa gift for @gummigoodeathpose for the @tadcgiftfest ! The prompt was soo cute I love the idea of kinger being the dad of the group and giving everyone hugs omg
Unfortunately I was only able to render one I meant to do all of em but started with Jax and didnโt get to it acdggdd but I loved sketching kinger giving hugs to everyone tho hope thatโs ok! Happy holidays!
KINGER HUGSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS. Agree with OP, the idea of Kinger just, being supportive is incredible. Jax looks so confused, bro can't proccess the idea that people care about him
Thank you so much for participating! Go and show the artist some love! โค
Not only was Mushrroombea one of the very first participants to finish their gift, they also created a lot of artworks!!!. I was genuinely shocked, all of these pieces are beautiful!
Show them some love ๐ญโค please, and also big fan of the extra caine content โค
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