#carnvial

[jjezko]

morning will come. / you will want to see the sun.

⭐ original work

[camtoons16]

I Caved

I caved, I made an Amazing Digital Circus OC. This is Pinball! my beloved Balloon Head Boy! However! I not only Caved, I also caved twice! Pinball has TWO CANONS! oh boy... essentially, in the TADC canon, he is obviously a human who got stuck in the digital world, but he almost immediately "snapped" and believed himself to be a part of the amazing digital circus, rather than a human mind trapped there. BUT! he has another canon, a personal canon of mine where he is the master of games and arcades in a dream like carnival/ theme park! I do actually have another character that links to Pinball through this canon so I'll likely post an image of him here soon after.

[drarryangels]

Harry and Draco go to a fair/carnival/amusement park.

“When are we going home?” Draco asked sleepily, fumbling a stray piece of kettle corn into his mouth.

“After this ride,” Harry said quietly, pulling Draco closer to his side.

Draco’s head fell to the side, and lay propped up on Harry’s shoulder. Harry shifted slightly to glance down at Draco and smiled. Night sparkled out underneath them, plastic lights and glittering metal tracks. Some laughs and shouts drifted up, but it was quieter now than it had been earlier in the day when sweaty sunshine had wafted across the sky. Earlier had been full of sticky sugar fingers and kisses, holding hands too tightly on a creaking ride, and smiling too wide. 

“I like this one,” Draco smiled into Harry’s shoulder. “What’s it called again?”

“A ferris wheel,” Harry tilted his head to rest on Draco’s. 

“A ferris wheel,” Draco mouthed to himself. “I like it.”

Harry sighed into Draco’s hair happily. He looked wonderful. Draco. His pale skin was awash with colored lights reflecting off the red caravans and beaming lights designed to bait teenagers into the carnival late at night. Pigment rinsed his blonde hair out, loose and waving, and his eyes were glassy with exhaustion. 

“I love you,” Harry said. Partly to the open air expanding out in front of them, the creaking of the wheel turning, the heart dropping feeling of climbing to the cusp of gravity, swaying into empty space. Mostly to Draco.

“Hm?” Draco sat up and resettled his chin on Harry’s shoulder so that his nose was brushing just under Harry’s ear. A cool shiver ran down Harry’s back. It might have been the wind. It might not have been. 

“I love you,” Harry said so quietly the wind carried it away to the stars. Draco pushed his nose into the crook of Harry’s neck. Harry laughed when Draco’s lips came into contact with the skin under his chin and wiggled away. “Your nose is cold!”

“I can see your lips,” Draco grinned against Harry’s skin.

They were at the top now. Everything was in reach, everything was untouchable. Draco was so close, his warm side pressed up against Harry. Goosebumps ran across Harry’s arms and scattered away when they touched Draco’s bare arm next to him. Draco’s knee bumped into Harry’s. He was so in love. In love. 

He didn’t think this was supposed to happen after everything. Years ago, when Harry was eleven and meeting Draco for the first time in Madam Malkin’s shop, he didn’t know his life would here. Three years after the end of the war and in love with Draco Malfoy. 

It didn’t matter whether this was supposed to happen or not. Fate had had too much of Harry’s life already, and Harry wouldn’t let the rest of it get snatched away by a prophecy that fulfilled itself and nothing else. 

Draco was a choice. Draco was warm, and next to him, and beautiful, and everything. 

“So?” Harry tried not to smile, but this was too perfect. He smiled. 

“So!” Draco laughed and hugged his arms around Harry’s neck. Draco kissed Harry’s cheeks, and his nose, and forehead, and hair, and then his lips. “So, I love you, too.”

In love. 

[lunardeity-astrid]

✨Going On A Date With Hal Jordan Would Include:✨

❃ The Carnival, sweet and sticky smells hang in the air.

❃ He would purchase those expensive bands for endless rides, games, and snacks.

❃ More than likely the first thing he does is buy you the biggest stick of cotton candy, then later he uses it as excuse to kiss you;

❃”(Y/n), you got something right there. Here let me get it.”

❃ Nonetheless it’s still a passionate kiss that steals your breath.

❃ Following that activity, you two get on the Ferris wheel. When at the top you get cold so Hal wraps his flight jacket around your shoulders.

❃ Lots of hand holding

❃ And Hal showing off…

❃ At a small booth of ring toss, he wins you a stuffed teddy bear. Which he constantly mentions how stupid easy that game was.

❃ Even though he failed at least three times

❃ He takes you through the clown house making jokes about the Joker himself.

❃”I mean, really. What makes a man in clown makeup scary?”

❃”Hal, it’s the laugh.”

❃ Later as the lights start to go out one by one, Hal gets a funnel cake that the two of you split.

❃ You walk out onto the pier feeling the summer breeze and Hal’s admiration filled stare following you.

❃ He holds the funnel cake in one hand and the other is tucked deep his pocket. He stares at you with pure love.

❃ That damn smile, that makes his heart thump, is glowing only for him.

❃ Of course the carnival was fun, you and Hal were able to be kids again.(Not like that stopped him during regular days)

❃ Only moments like this, being alone on the pier, were intimate moments at their finest.

❃ The two of you talked about things that would dissipate in the morning light.

❃ Like you asked Hal, as the sat on the railing and you leaning against it, “Why do you fly? Is it a thrill?”

❃”Not exactly. My dad used to. I’m his living legacy.”

❃You nod in understanding before telling him how much you enjoyed yourself.

❃He hops down, agreeing with you, before pulling you into his arms. A kiss lingers against your forehead as you two turn to walk back to his car.

❃ Never since you moved to Coast City did you plan on meeting such a man like Hal

[matchamori]

still can’t log into art fight. so in the meantime: some giraffe stuff

[onehaleofanadventure]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Rating: General Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Fandoms: Red Hood and the Outlaws, Red Robin, DC Comics Relationship: Tim Drake/Jason Todd Characters: Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson-Mentioned

Summary:  The boys take a trip to the Carnival despite the oppressive heatwave strangling Gotham, and things get chilly.

“I don’t get it.” Jason sighed.

“Don’t get what, Jay.” Tim mumbled, offhandedly, too busy concentrating on the obviously rigged hoop and bottle game. Seriously, he did the math, there is no way he has missed every single stupid bottle with all seventeen shots.

Jason swatted his hand, causing him to drop two of his last three rings, and earning a vicious glare.

Jason simply rolled his eyes, stating rather loudly and pointed: “First, how haven’t you realized these rings don’t fit these bottles” and turning towards the bored-looking, lanky kid behind the booth, “and we would like the set that actually fit.”

“Fine,” the kid sighed. “You only get three ‘cause that’s all ya’ have left. And, ya’ can’t come back or tell anyone; that’ll get you kicked out.”

“Now there’s an idea,” Jason mumbled under his breath, holding his hand out for the bigger rings.

The just stood there, befuddled. He should have known the rings were too small. He was still calculating the differences the difference in circumference of the first rings and the bottle necks when Jason turned and smirked as the third ring clanked around the same bottle as the other two.

“Something from the middle row,” the kid intoned, back to bored indifference, not looking up from his phone.

“Just for that, I’m getting the Superman plush, not the Wonder Woman one I was going to give to you. Also,” Tim continued softer, so the kid couldn’t hear, “it looks sad, like someone hung Clark.”

Jason rolled his eyes and huffed, “Whatever. He grabbed the plush from the kid before Tim could take it, “Can we go home now. It is so fucking hot, Babybird—“

He paused, turning around with a mischievous smirk, “—I’m dying here.”

Tim glared a little as he rolled his eyes, “we are here because our brother, Dick wanted a family outing to the Carnival, since the circus doesn’t stop in Gotham anymore—.”

“That doesn’t explain why I’m here.” Jason complains.

“—so, we stay until he’s done gorging himself on fair food and throwing it up on all the rides. It’s a family trip, Jay.” Tim finishes, continuing over Jason’s interruptions.

Jason pouts down at Tim. “I’m technically, well, legally dead, remember? I don’t count for public family events.” Jason felt a small pang of regret at the sad, hurt expression that crossed Tim’s face before it flitted away again, replaced by the blank mask that meant he was beyond angry and not willing to show his rage in public.

“Well,” Tim drawled, words drawn out to express his fury, “you’re my boyfriend, technically, so that means family,” and stomped away.

“Shit.” Jason mumbled. This was going to be bad. He was in so much trouble.

---

It has been three days, seven hours and roughly 32 minutes since Tim stomped away. Tim has not spoken, not even been in the same room as Jason since. Jason knows he’s fucked. Tim is notorious for his grudges and the patented Cold Shoulder. Apparently, when Tim has a really bad day, even Blondie and Dickie get harsh words and comments from fights long passed.

Jason sighs, shrugging on his jacket and pulling on his helmet—he really should have considered the oppressing heat and mugginess of Gotham in the summer when he was doing his last costume upgrade. Even in the cropped jacket, and with the new vents and filters in the helmet, he is left sweaty and disgusting after an hour of swinging across rooftops.

Today though, he has been sitting on this particular rooftop waiting for Tim. The old and dilapidated newspaper factory marks the boundary between his and Tim’s territories, so they meet here whenever they get a chance on patrol. Jason had hoped Tim would have been willing to at least talk to him.

Jason huffs one last time, mentally preparing himself for the heat that awaits once he starts moving again. Jason is going after Tim, going to force him to listen and maybe apologize if that’s what Tim needs to hear.

To be honest though, Jason knows it wasn’t the murder joke that made Tim mad—everyone knows Jason loves to make jokes about his murder and subsequent resurrection. No, it was the family thing that pissed Tim off.

They are family. Jason just has to convince Tim that he already believed that.

[tonyotower]

So today is a rather sad objectum day. Tower and I were going through some old photos where we stumbled across the Huss Rainbow Ride (I did not use the original photos for privacy reasons. Photo below is a stock photo). I met Rainbow Ride back in 2009 where we instantly became best friends. We immediately bonded over our enjoyment for flying and Cotten Candy. Sadly, Rainbow Ride was relocated the following year. I could not track his location due to lacking computer skills. Heck, I didn’t bother learning (or wanted) to power-up a computer until 2011. I only got to ride Rainbow once which still breaks my heart to this day. May we ride again Rainbow someday!

P.s: Tower definitely feels sad for me. Yet he got a good laugh after I told the story of how I got “in trouble” for using styrofoam stamps to recreate Rainbow’s arch during art camp 🤣

[camtoons16]

And yet another!

And here we have Eyevan! (pronounced Ivan), every carnival/ theme park needs at least some form of security, even one in a realm of dreams, and Eyevan is head of dreamer safety and carnival security, with his impeccable vision Eyevan ensures everyone has all the fun they could have, whilst staying as safe as possible.