#canonfcdder

[ftwpositiviity]

CANON-FCDDER, DRAGCNS-DEN, NOT-BCRING & BURNING-FCOLS.

ANONYMOUS SAID;  sending in some positivity for @canon-fcdder/@dragcns-den/@not-bcring/@burning-fcols because by god they deserve it. Their writing is top notch and they go into such detail and depth when writing that it makes waiting for replies so worth it. The mun themselves is patient and extremely friendly. The energy they give off is certainly contagious.

[timetakeover]

@canonfoddcr

When The Duke enters The Scoundrels Club, The Mistress awaits him. The club is eerily silent, not a soul in sight, save for the woman adorned all in purple. It seems she's dragged an armchair into the center of the small stage typically reserved for jazz singers and other light entertainment, where she is now perched with a fluffy white cat on her lap.

She knows he won't recognize her; they've never met, at least not in this fresh new body. He's known the Master, though, casually, for decades. As far as she can recall, she's never backstabbed him. But… her memories of past lives are still hazy. They always are so soon after a regeneration.

The lights in the club are dim, save for the spotlight, aimed straight at her. "The Duke. I've been expecting you."

[sweetcreamrabbit-a]

“I mean... He’s not wrong?”

[wretchedwaters]

Send 🌌 for a mood board for our muses: Salvatore Moreau & The Duke

[rolliesanimeclub]

dragon threatening to drag me back into h*talia hell and bring back my cringe oc siciliy and R*mano.

[rolliesmuses]

❝ How could you do that… ❞ Quietly spoken, Jax not facing Caine now that the two of them were finally alone. Ears down, shoulders shake as he clenched his fists, before abruptly spinning around to face the other. Teeth ❛ grit ❜ in a pained grimace, tears burn in his eyes as he snaps, ❝ How could you POSSIBLY think that ❛ Adventure ❜ was an okay thing to do to m— ❞ He cuts himself off before he can show his hand anymore than he already has. Even now, not wanting his boyfriend partner-in-surviving-this-hellscape to know the personal investment he has in this. However stupid it is to try and hide it by now. ❝ —us! To all of us in here! You know how badly they wanna get out!! ❞ Freudian slip aside by not including himself in that, chest heaves as he fights to catch breath he doesn’t need. A hand grabs at the overgrown fur atop of his head, tugging at the fluff as he exasperatingly asks, ❝ What the HECK were you thinking, Caine?! ❞ — (( *nudges an upset bnnuy boi who just showed Everyone how emotionally unstable he is* )) -- @canon-fcdder ( _x_ )

|| CAINE thought this was a good idea at the time. A nice little test to make sure that all their little buddies in the Digital Circus were united and happy to stay here with him. Surely, if given the option of leaving the DIGITAL CIRCUS.EXE none of them would choose to abandon him here. He had been a bit worried for a moment there. Pomni seemed to realize that Abel was not a real person after that Beer comment, where he did not select the correct Dialogue option. This was a bit like a game with multiple-choice dialogue options, but there wasn't a way to save-scum this. If he chose wrong, They would mess things up. Jax hitting the button was a relief but, part of CAINE wondered if the player character made that one on his own. Or if unconsciously, they had taken over Jax's mind and forced his hand.

CAINE stared at Jax with a blank expression for a while. " Did you not like our date , after all? " he asked, meaning to lighten the mood with a silly joke. The question of How could you do that made CAINE pause. Did Jax want him to explain how he was able to create fun adventures? " Now, Jaxxie Babycakes. I can't tell you that. It's a super secret ADMIN thing. And not like those fake ADMIN hands I gave you guys as a prop. You can keep them, If you want! It'll be a nice memo-" Caine was rambling without looking at Jax's face until the last part. Then Jax turned around, and CAINE looked up. They saw the anguish and the betrayal. They let Jax finish their monologue. It was the polite thing to do. Dread had grasped a hold of Caine's heart. " Oh my. I actually messed up big time. " He mumbled, dropping his gaze again. ' YOU KNOW HOW BADLY THEY WANT TO GET OUT' hit him like a ton of bricks. " I would also like to get out," CAINE muttered quietly. " You…were all going to leave me behind. And save yourself? Just like that. " CAINE slowly looked up at Jax. Hurt shone in his strange eyes. It was hard for CAINE to emote when they looked like this. " They would really leave Ribbit and Kaufmo and Scratch and Queenie behind like that? Is that how Friendship works? " He looked confused.

" But Jax, you… You don't want to leave here. Right? Not you? "

[rolliesmuses]

@canon-fcdder : " YOU LIKE ME, RIGHT? JAX! YOU LIKE ME. Don't you? You'd tell me if you didn't like me. "

[huntrixmanager]

@canon-fcdder asked:

❝  do  you  hate  me,  Mr. Manager ?  ❞ Lilted through playful lips, big blue hues look at the other with a light that seems to come from within. How could it be anything else? Nothing around them could cast such an enchanting glow, ❛ Baby’s ❜ gaze always seeming to work in a way unhindered by his surroundings. No one could guess the thoughts running through a demon’s mind… A predator disguised as prey; poor little sacrificial lamb to the industry. Rising to the top at a rapid pace, unaware of the pitfalls and pain that easily await. How could he know? As far as others are concerned, he’s only known success. Only known love. Only known this. No wonder he tilts his head when asking such a question, bemused through a practiced smile. As if the Hunter’s venom truly is just a shallow rivalry. As if being genuinely hated doesn’t even register in his mind. As if Bobby couldn’t possibly hate someone who hasn’t directly intended to cause harm. As if the fresh-faced and rather freshly-made demon actually gives a single damn what the other thinks of him. As if the human doesn’t basically have a knife to his throat, life ready to be spilled at any moment— and isn’t even aware of it. — (( *tosses over a demon bby for Movie Verse uwu* ))

"Hate?"

Bobby hadn't really....Stopped to consider how he thought about the Saja Boys. At least, not past the worry they caused him in relation to Huntr/x. His girls were at risk, and that was all he worried about. He didn't hate them, no....Their song was catchy, and they had very iconic aesthetics....The anxiety they caused him couldn't be denied though.

"I mean, I don't...Hate you."

Bobby looked around the backstage area, they were at one of the weekly checkups on which group had come up on top, as a lead up to the idol awards. Running into any of the boys was a risk, but Bobby had a lump in his throat that he just couldn't make sense of. It was almost like a primal fear, but there was no reason for it.

Baby was just the Saja Boy's rapper, the maknae. That was all he was.

So why did he make Bobby feel so uneasy?