I remember researching the black plague and how they ran out of space for burials…
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UnMasked Thoughts: 7 - Medium, face masks and paint markers
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• January 2025, Ave •
Image description in alt text and under keep-reading
Image description of the backside of a white 3M N95 Aura face mask, with text written in black paint marker that reads: “I remember those refrigerated TRUCKS”. The artist Instagram handle @afroflowerr is vertically on the mask’s lower right corner. END ID
“As i stand next to my beloved, the very one I swore my life to, I look out on the barren, infected landscape below, and I wonder.”
“What was all this for, in the end?”
“What reward do we get from this?”
“Watching all of our friends, my friends, die? Watching the kingdoms I promised to defend wither away against an incurable disease?”
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“As I turn my gaze towards my love, my heart, my soul, I can only imagine they are wondering the same.”
“They do not look any happier than when we started.”
“The anger that had once plagued them seems to have melted away, replaced by deep, barely disguised sorrow and grief.”
“... those were their friends, too.”
“They did not think the other gods would be affected, did they?”
“They thought we would be immune.”
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“Oh, how painfully wrong they were.”
“We never should have started this war.”
“We never should have begun this fight.”
“This was never going to end in anything but tragedy.”
“And yet, deep down within the very depths of my soul, I can not help but wonder if maybe, in another lifetime, we could have had a happy ending. I could have had a happy ending.”
“... There is no use hoping now.”
“Everything is gone.”
“Whatever future I had hoped for is dead, along with my friends, my family, my people.”
so honest, i forgot the 27th is Jason’s death-aversiry, so i cant even pretend like i planned this, but have the sketch of this magazine cover based on early aughts gossip columns
so. what does it mean to be a halfa? what does it mean to have your “molecules all rearranged?” what really happened to Danny and Vlad when those darn portals up and exploded? per canon, it’s a total mystery. but i have a theory.
say you were to throw a blood sample and an ectoplasm sample into the same vial. imo, the ectoplasm would sit on top of the blood like the oil in balsamic vinaigrette. shake it up a bit, and you’re still left with a bunch of little blobs of green in a sea of red.
now, there’s also such a thing as emulsification. you can emulsify your vinaigrette with a whisk and a strong arm. or with a full-body electric shock via a piece of experimental equipment built by your weird parents. i guess what i’m saying is hybrid blood must be some sort of semifluid colloid. it’s like really runny non-Newtonian mayonnaise.
let’s go further. if you want to get especially morbidly realistic with it, rather than (or combined with) a lighting strike, you could equate it to being sucked out into space but worse. differential pressure does crazy shit to the blood in a living person—it can make your fluids “boil” so quickly that the lipids separate and they become, for all intents and purposes, human butter (see the Byford Dolphin incident if you have a strong stomach). any sudden, significant change in pressure has the ability to kill you before you even know you’re dead.
we operate on one atmosphere of pressure on solid ground, and the vacuum of space is considered basically zero atmospheres. so what if…what if the Ghost Zone operates on negative atmospheres? it’s pretty clear that the whole realm consists of math literally beyond mortal comprehension. we have no way to measure or understand atmospheric pressure that—not just doesn’t exist—less than exists. what if that’s why everything in there floats with no real rhyme or reason, and there’s no up or down? what if that’s why Danny could be imbued with ecto-energy and simultaneously stabilized enough to remain on the human plane? what if ecto-acne is the result of all the lipids in the blood vessels in your face instantaneously separating, causing a bunch of blistered, ectoplasm-infused pustules? consider that Danny’s metamorphosis was encompassing and immediate whereas Vlad’s started with his head and spread like a virus.
with a little spooky-ooky mystical world-building thrown in for good measure, ghost hybridism kinda works on the scale of natural order. after all, when you punch an extra-dimensional hole through reality, shit happens. and i’m getting too far into it simply because butch could never
my father just got diagnosed with liver cancer. He had a stroke back in May 2023, which semi-paralyzed his left arm. After that, he's been fighting seizures, tuberculosis, and eye cataracts. It's such a long, long, long journey. We felt every single day. After a year, we thought it's going well, his seizures subsided, and showed some development on his left hand.
But lately he's had some pain in the stomach and nausea, and got CT where they found a tumor in his liver, 7 x 5 cm. After coping that it wasn't maybe it was just benign. They just announced that it was liver cancer, which 5-year survival rate is one of the lowest ones.
I prayed to God. What did he do? He's such a brave, kind, loving, and the most generous, best dad to me and my siblings. He's a man of God through and through, hard-working, and has a high pride for his family, a man whose work has such an impact to the people around him.
I told my dad, he should be the one to give me to my husband when I marry. He should be there to watch and cradle his grandchild. But it's most likely that he isn't going to be there to watch me do any of those.
I mainly write this to release out my heart. I couldn't draw with complete joy this past year because of my father's health. He's been hit with disease after disease after disease. I feel so terrible for my father, the pain he has to endure all this time is too overwhelming, especially on my mother.
My mother has been the constant companion for my father in his battle with disease. She rarely cries, very optimistic that every disease, we'll fight them together, a woman of Psalm through and through. But after receiving this news, she cried in my arms. She cried and cried, sobbing in my shoulders, asking God to spare her husband from this barrage of sickness.
All I can do now is pray that my dad be comfortable. Be surrounded by his family and the people who love him. He's given his life to God, and the time is ticking.
He still have time. We're going to do any procedures and any treatment that can be done. I will make sure that he'll have the best days. So I'm sorry if I may draw less, but if you read this, you'd know that I'm with my dad.
After a rescue mission caused a meeting with the up and coming hero Hercules. Your friendship develops quickly. What will happen when you become endangered by a new enemy? What could Hades have planned for such an interesting mortal.
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Hey guys, I'm back at it again. Another oldie but a goody. After a rematch of Hercules, I couldn't resist writing for this hot head. He's another example of one of my favorite characters. A prickly personality that just needs some tlc to soften them up.
You ran forward, huffing as you tried not to get gored. The beast's tusks were duller than you'd like to think about. I mean if they were sharp they would definitely get the job done quicker. Pushing yourself past your limits, you were ready to give up hope.
Until the tweeting of a flying horse. No wait, that didn't seem right. But low and behold, a winged horse with a bronzed hunk astride it soared in. Flying right at you! Your own feet tripping you was the only thing keeping you from being plowed into. The boar took your place instead.
They rolled across the field in a heap. Limbs flailing around wildly, whipping up dust along the way. The sight would have been comical. If you weren't worried for everyone, including yourself. You didn't have to wait long though.
The man had the large pig hog tied and subdued. Other than his hair and clothes being out of order. You wouldn't have believed that he was in a fight.
Running over, you shot him a dazzling smile. “Wow stranger, that was amazing. I mean you were all boom pow. And the beast, well I thought he might have the upper hand.” You rambled away at the newcomer. Excitedly gesturing this way and that with your hands.
He returned your grin. Happy to save another citizen. Also someone that could match his energy. It seemed even Pegasus liked you with the way he was following your story. What you said next though surprised him.
“Then it's settled. Just let me grab a few things and we can head out.” You trotted away assuredly. With the soon to be hero stumbling after.
“Um, fair citizen. I'm happy you're ok. But where exactly are we headed?” He was puzzled as your smile only brightened.
Pausing you turned towards him. “This is obviously a sign from the gods. So I'll become your traveling companion. Why else would you have saved me.” With that you continue on your way. Trailed by the confused man and his fly horse.
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It had taken a bit of a discussion, but in the end you joined them. He wanted to argue that it wasn't safe. Though you seemed sure that faith had made your paths cross. And who was he to go against the Gods’ will. Honestly he didn't want to risk angering his parents.
Altogether it was a pleasant walk back to his home. He was just worried about the other occupant’s reaction to you. And it didn't take long for the satyr to notice you.
“Who's the babe? Did you finally decide to show me your appreciation?” He was moments from laying his hands on your plush body.
Until you wiggled a finger in his direction. “Not so fast buddy. You're the trainer, Phil right?” He nodded in surprise, not sure how to take the newcomer. Poking the finger into his chest, you took on a more serious expression. “Well you know nothing about nutrition. Do you really believe that protein is the only solution to muscle growth.”
His shock grew as you listed off the balanced diet that would get the hero in peak performance. He wanted to bicker with you about it. But in all honesty that wasn't a thing he had ever concerned himself with.
You made a good case for it though. Speaking about the draft horses your family had reared with the same techniques. You spoke more about the beast of burden than your family. A detail the young hero picked up on. Hoping to ask you about it later.
It wasn't long after that that you were bent over a bubbling pot. Explaining the use of this herb or that vegetable. Not realizing how intrigued the boys were. It all seemed like magic to them. If it helps with their heroly goals, they were more than happy to let you teach them.
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As much as the satyr hated to admit it. You were right. The kid had more energy and could jump back into a fight faster. There seemed to be something to your methods.
Even Pegasus had been put on a new regime. The mythical horse was beating speed records at times they wouldn't have thought possible.
It was a huge help to their cause. Not to mention your great attitude keeping everyone's spirits up. It was great to have such a positive influence around.
It made Hercules feel guilty though. Like he was taking advantage of your kindness. Every time he attempted to repay you, you would wave it off. Shaking your head and saying that the Gods had brought you there.
He found the statement reassuring. Even catching you from time to time in prayer. He didn't want to pry, but his curiosity got the better of him one night.
“What is it that you pray for so much? Uh, if you don't mind telling me that is.” He wished he could have asked better. Though he never was one to think before speaking.
Your smile echoed a distant sadness. It was something he hadn't seen and wasn't sure he wanted to see again. Still, you clutched a carved wooden symbol in your hand. Then present it to your companion. It wasn't one that he recognized. A short stick with a curved prong at the top. He was only familiar with his father's trademark lighting bolt. So he couldn't even begin to guess who this belonged to. Gently placing it back in your hands, he waits.
Taking a steadying breath, you say in a trembling tone. “My parents passed in a storm. They were attempting to move the horses to safety. The storm made it too difficult to control the creatures.” You paused, not wanting to continue. A comforting hand on your shoulder help you through the memory. “By the time I got there it was too late. They had been trampled.”
He gave your shoulder a squeeze at the admission. You laid a thankful hand on his own. “I couldn't be angry at the horses. It was in their nature. I wept for my parents. The rain disguises my grief. When it passed I gathered what horses I could.”
You took a moment to gather yourself. Not wanting to overwhelm the guy. Instead he surprised you. Sniffling a bit himself. He was quick to pull you into a hug. Embracing your plush body with the promise to stay with you.
Pulling apart, after more tears than either of you would admit. You smile reassuringly at him. Happy to have found such a wonderful friend. “I pray for their happiness in the afterlife. Hoping that it will be enough to ease their souls.”
Nodding he tells you that they would. Then laughs as you punch his arm. Chasing after you as you take off to look for your equine companion.
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Meg wasn’t sure how to feel about you upon your first meeting. Your name was on Hercules’ lips more than she would like. How would she seduce and win her freedom back if he was attached already. It didn't have to do with her budding feelings towards the hero. No, definitely not.
Though it took only a few moments to realize that you were more like siblings. The way you would playfully pick on each other. Or the teasing looks you sent his way when she was around.
She also didn't expect the warm welcome you gave her. Pulling her into a plush hug. Offering her a seat around the fire. Talking to her rather than giving her the cold shoulder. Like his horse and goatman loved doing. It was weirdly refreshing.
And it could have stayed that way. If she didn't offhandedly mention you to Hades.
He held his hand up at the first utterance of your name. “This is interesting. Who is this mystery woman? You got a little competition or something?”
Shaking her head, she scowled at the God. “No, it's nothing like that. They act more like they're related than anything else.” She paused at the look on his face.
A sinister smirk had crawled its way onto his face. “Someone he's close with. That could easily be held over his head. Lure him into a trap even.” He began muttering to himself.
This could be his chance. Steal away the girl and use her as leverage. If only he had an easy means to bring you to him. Shifting his gaze back to the brunette, his grin grows.
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Gathering your things at camp, you huffed out a breath. You were trying to keep up your excitement for a day out with Meg. Which you really were pumped to hang out with her. But the satyr trailing after you. Pointing out every reason why you shouldn't have gone. Was putting a damper on your mood.
“I'm telling you this isn't a good idea.” He had been telling you since the woman had invited you out. She was obviously a problem. You wouldn't hear him out though. And with Pegasus training with the kid, he didn't have any back up.
Turning towards him abruptly, he almost runs into your plump thighs. Steadying him, you gave him a hard stare. “Look, I know it's difficult for you to share people. You've dealt with a lot of loss. But she makes Herc happy. So we should give her a chance. There's no harm in that.”
He reluctantly nods at your suggestion. Sure the kid might get his heart broken. But they would be there for him either way.
As the conversation shifted to what you might get up to during your outing. Neither of you noticed the guilt ridden woman listening in. She hated pulling you into the mess her life had become. Hades didn't offer her any other choice. You were worth more time of her sentence than he had ever extended.
So she put on her mask and went to fetch you.
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He tapped his foot faster. How long would he have to wait? The day was quickly turning into night. Would that woman fail in bringing you? If she knew what was good for her she wouldn't.
He dug his fingers into the stone throne he tried to lounge in. Eyes flickering down into the quarry in distaste. Yet another failure to destroy the wonder boy. Why did the Hydra have to swallow him. Crushing him would have gotten the job done. The creature's greed couldn't stand for that. The irony of this thought was lost on the God.
A sudden sound from nearby shook him from his reflecting. He could hear footsteps approaching. Shifting into a lounged position he prepared himself.
Though nothing could have prepared him for you. A beauty that surpassed Aphrodite. All soft curves and sweet smiles. It was almost too much for him to behold.
He waved away the woman before you could notice him. You attempted to follow her out, but your soft arm was pulled back. Before you could make out the figure holding you. Your vision went black.
He cradled your limp plush form. Revealing in the warmth that radiates from your supple body. Thinking of all the things you might get up to in the Underworld. Knowing that the demi God would be suffering all the while. He slunk down below with a growing grin.
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Muted words and shuffling broke your restful state. Blinking open groggy eyes, you squinted around the unfamiliar room. You were laid upon a pile of assorted fabrics. It was not all that comfortable, still better than the cold ground.
Shifting around and sitting up, a gust of wind blew down on you. Looking up you saw a huge maw. Followed by another and a third. A massive three headed dog loomed over you.
Smiling up at the curious beast, you began fishing in your pockets. Pulling out some dried meat, you set it down in front of you. One head swooped down and sniffed at the treat. This brought the attention of the other two towards the pile. But the first head snapped up the food before the others could partake. Whimpers and whines came from the remaining heads as they faced you. Giggling you tossed bits of meat at both of the other heads. Making sure to give each greed pup a taste.
As the behemoth settled down, you could make out a nearby conversation. “Why do we have to watch one stupid human? The mutt is already here. So why stick around?”
A slightly higher pitched voice answered. “We've already messed up with this God thing once. Let's just wait until the human is awake. Then we can get the boss. Simple as that.” There was reluctant agreement from the other being. Then they began to discuss something about a Minotaur.
You would have walked up and told them you were awake. But one of the heads had settled in your lap, demanding pets. You were sure the others would only wait so long before they wanted the same treatment.
Calling out to the voices, you say. “If you're referring to me, I'm awake. Just preoccupied at the moment.” You assumed that the people talking about you weren't human. Though you didn't expect the little red and blue creatures that rounded the corner.
They stared with wide eyes between you and the monstrosity soaking in your attention. It was the stouter one that spoke first. “We gotta go.” Then leaving behind a puff of smoke they were gone.
Panicked muttering followed their exit. Sure you were awake. But how were they going to explain to Hades that you had Cerberus wrapped around your finger. Yeah, he wouldn't like that.
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He tried to keep a level head. Contrary to what other Gods’ may think. Though if what his minions said was true. He wasn't sure how he would react. His beloved pet, under the thrall of a mere mortal. It was incredulous. He had to see it with his own eyes.
Pushing aside all other obligations. He made his way towards you. Even as he rounded the corner, he couldn't believe the scene before him. The three headed dog laid on his back, as you gave him belly scratches. It was unheard of. The gate keeper of the underworld subdued by a human.
Clearing his throat, he watched the behemoth become deathly still. Rolling over the beast came to attention, facing his master. “Here boy.” The pooch obediently trotted over and sat behind the God. Though not without one last glance back at you. Gaze narrowing in on you, he says. “I see you've met Cerberus.”
Without missing a beat you smiled brightly. Making your way over to the flame haired man. You couldn't help complimenting the creature. “Yes and he is well behaved. I'm sure it took quite a bit of work to train him so well.”
Extending your hand you introduce yourself. “Im (Y/N) and who might I have the pleasure of speaking with.” You watched as the man's eyes widened then narrowed.
You were an odd one. Not at all what he expected as a companion of Hercules. That didn't stop the devious smile from forming. Once you learnt his name, your tune would change. Grasping your warm hand firmly he says. “Hades, Lord of the Underworld.”
He waited for you to cower in fear. Instead the unexpected happened. Your smile brightened.
Shaking his hand enthusiastically, you began to ramble in excitement. “It's an honor to meet you. I pray to you for my parent's afterlife to be peaceful. Oh, is there any chance I could see them?”
He wasn't sure he had been more shocked in his entire life. A mortal willingly praying to him. They usually only bothered on their death beds. Still he was intrigued by what methods you used. So he asked as much. “What sort of prayers are we talkin' here?”
You finally released his hand as you reached for your neck. Pulling a cord over your head, you showed him the hand carved sigil. “When my parents passed away, I was lost. So I turned to the God that was caring for them. Hoping that you might hear me.” Grabbing his hands you wrapped them around the trinket. Holding onto them, you gently squeeze them. “Thank you.”
His face stayed neutral, but his flaming hair betrayed his true feelings. It had turned a bright shade of pink. You glanced up at the flickering mass and giggled. Wondering just what else you could learn about the God.
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“I told you we couldn't trust her.” Phil was pacing in front of his protege. To think that woman had lured you away. And to the ruler of Death! He really wished he wasn't right this time.
“Look, I didn't have a choice. He owns my soul.” The fight had left her voice at this point. As much as she wanted to argue her case. She knew it was the wrong decision. Eyes desperately darting around the room. They land on the person that she wanted to hurt least.
The strong man met her gaze, disappointment clear on his face. Shoulders slumped, he looks at her with glassy eyes. “Why didn't you come to me first? I would have done everything in my power to help you.”
The truth behind his words hit her hard. The damage she had caused was truly sinking in. She wanted to plead for forgiveness. But before she could the man laid a hand on her shoulder.
His expression hardened as he said. “But that will have to wait. We need to get (Y/N) back first.” Heading towards the training area. He hoped with all his might that he could make that statement a reality.
The group followed behind. All thinking the same and hoping for your safe return. Especially the woman who had used you as a bargaining chip. Swearing to herself that she would never stoop so low. That she would do whatever it took to get you back.
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He wasn't quite sure how you had talked him into this. First you were thanking him. Then next thing he knows you're asking about what he had eaten that day. When he told you God's were above that. You had balked at him in shock.
To you it was unheard of to not have at least one decent meal a day. If not multiple in your opinion. As you stated that he couldn't help but observe your bountiful curves. Agreeing that it was ideal.
You were quick to send away his minions to gather supplies. As you went about preparing what you already had on hand. It was obvious that you were in your element. After the confused underlings came back with what little they could scrounge up. You were whirling around and conjuring a meal from seemingly nothing.
He stared down at it skeptically. He had never eaten much mortal food. And no one had ever offered to cook for him. It was all overwhelming. But as he reluctantly tucked in, he found it hard to pace himself.
While it wasn't the most extravagant thing he had ever eaten. The care placed into the dish beat out any ambrosia he had in the past. You joining him for the meal was what sealed it as the best he had had.
Thanking you for it, you shocked him once again. Shaking your head you smile at him bashfully. “It's nothing. I'm glad I could finally give thanks for all you've done. I'm sure it's hard running this place all alone.” Placing a hand on his. You hoped he understood how much this meant to you.
All the while not knowing how frantically your friends were searching for you. To rescue you from a place that you were already settling into.
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They had made deals with unsavory characters. Searched for the proper paths. Trekked through the flames of the Underworld. All to end up on the doorstep of Hades himself. Only to find you enjoying yourself with him? A heartless monstrosity that controlled the dead.
Only to go through all that. To find you having a conversation with the God himself and playing fetch? Albeit with a huge three headed dog. But there you were, smiling and talking like it was one of them. You even waved when you saw them.
On the other hand, the moment the flame haired man noticed them. Any semblance of joy was wiped from his expression. His arm settled around your wide hips comfortably. A small smile worked its way back on his face at the other's shock.
“It seems I have guests. I wish you would have told me you were coming by. I would have made it harder to get in.” You elbowed him at that remark. Sending the group spiraling further into disbelief.
Smiling brightly at your friends, you say. “What he meant to say was ‘welcome’. How are you guys? I feel like it's been forever.”
Your expression morphs into one of confusion as they begin to rush forward. All speaking over one another. You can only make out bits and pieces as they become more frantic. Something about you being kidnapped and held against your will? That you were being tortured? Which made no sense to you.
Waving your hands around, you notice that the accusations were getting to the God. Yelling over the group, you try to get everyone's attention. “Listen, yes this may not have started on the best of terms.” You squint at the tall man beside you. Who acts more innocent than he has any right to be. “But I like it here. I feel like I make a difference here. Plus the company isn't too bad.”
Hades gave your plush body a squeeze at the admission. He had honestly never been happier than the time you had spent in the Underworld. He was frightened at the thought of you leaving. Glowering at the group. He was practically daring anyone to argue with you.
The Demi God was the first to gather his thoughts. “But how can you say that about someone like him?” He was serious. How could you stand by your capture and say such things?
Shaking your head, you started to walk towards the young man. The God held you closer, but with a look from you. He begrudgingly releases his grip on your supple form. This silent communication made the group even more confused.
Pulling the big lug into a tight hug, you say. “This was it. The thing fate was pulling me to.” Stepping back you place your hands on his shoulders. “He doesn't deserve to be down here by himself. Alone without any support. Where would you be without the people who care about you?”
He could see your point, but didn't want to admit that it was true. Because that would mean losing you. As you glanced back at the fiery God. He saw the tenderness that passed between your gazes. Making him itch to return back by Meg's side. That moment sealed his decision.
Gathering you up into a bear hug, you squealed in surprise. Then returned the embrace with equal vigor. “If this is what you want, then stay. Just keep in touch, ok?” Setting you down, he gives you a reassuring look.
Smiling brightly at him, you slug him in the arm. “Like you could keep me away.”
Shaking his head, he motions over the others. There was a heartfelt round of goodbyes. Phil even got teary-eyed, though he claimed some ash got in his eye.
Hades once again slides his arm around your plump body. As you continue to call out to your retreating friends. “Don't worry, we'll come visit soon.”
He stared down at you in shock. Then a grin settled on his face. While the mortal plane wasn't his favorite. He could always make an exception for his favorite human. Plus who knows what the two of you could get up to on the surface. As long as you were leading the way, he was happy to follow.
[... You zoom in real close, it's a ship... :v
Also, this counts because there's the attempt on one side, and a rebuttal on the other. But she enjoys seeing them suffer(?)... So, yeah, toxic Bunnydoll. Or Dollhare, as I've been calling it in my head. I... I come from an age where the one whos name in front is the dom or (technical) top of the pair... AlsoAlso, I'm clever, love me. Still naming Bunnydoll in any tumblr tags... I'm not feeling THAT clever... >.>;
Because I'm me, I also apologize to anyone... affected by the whip. Sorry/You're Welcome, respectively?
ANYwho, see you on Wednesday, my kooky kangaroos!!!!!!! <3 ]
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TADC: c://Dele/Corr (<- Direct Link~~)
(25143 words) by AngelicDirt
Chapters: 26/?
Fandom: The Amazing Digital Circus (Web Series)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Caine/Pomni (The Amazing Digital Circus), Jax/Ragatha (The Amazing Digital Circus)
Characters: Caine (The Amazing Digital Circus), Pomni (The Amazing Digital Circus), Ragatha (The Amazing Digital Circus), Bubble (The Amazing Digital Circus), Zooble (The Amazing Digital Circus), Jax (The Amazing Digital Circus), Kinger (The Amazing Digital Circus), Gangle (The Amazing Digital Circus)
Additional Tags: Long, Short Chapters, Dreams and Nightmares, Comfort, Angst, Action/Adventure, Trauma, Hypnosis, Mind Control, Memory Share, Sporatic Fluff, Self-Hatred, Near-Spiraling Thoughts, Jax Angst (The Amazing Digital Circus), Jax Is Not Okay (The Amazing Digital Circus), Serious Caine (The Amazing Digital Circus), Characters Yelling or Screaming, Arguing, Sane Kinger (The Amazing Digital Circus), Journal Entries, Does This Remind You Of Anything? (Trope), Wire Play but Not, code play, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Dramatic Evil Entrance, Evil Gloating, villian monologue, Exhaustion, Self-Induced Malfunction, Transformation, Caine is a bright boy and would never endanger himself or others out of pure rage (lies), Monster Caine (The Amazing Digital Circus), Body Puppeting, Clueless Victim, Jax Missing the Point (The Amazing Digital Circus), Pomni Thoughts (The Amazing Digital Circus), The politics of three toybox towns in the middle of a magical disaster, Leadership Zooble (The Amazing Digital Circus), Make your mark on the world you say…?, Mid-Ep8 Canon Split (The Amazing Digital Circus), Mind Break, Mind Manipulation, Mindfuck, Torture, Psychological Torture, Body Horror, Body Modification, Sharing a Meal, Food, Watching Someone Eat, No AI Used, Caine is Overprotective (The Amazing Digital Circus), Standard Adventuring Procedures, Little Wielder Big Sword, Self-Doubt, Grumpy Pomni is Grumpy, Xan (TADC OC), Jax and Xan being clowns, Night Sounds, Camping, Scolding, Death Threats, To say that Ragatha is not herself would be an understatement, but it's more like Bubble removed the lid and turned up the heat
Summary:
Or "The Amazing Digital Circus: Delete/Corruption"
This started off as a personal vent, and some exploration of the the TADC crew after e8… But Caine did not directly delete. He's in the recycling bin. With Pomni? Huh, how curious. I am also, for some reason, absolutely smitten with the idea of Showtime, so there's that. 😈
5-28-26: (okay, so no one was going to tell me that I was time traveling to August?) ANYwho, finally decided on the name. You, uh, you you say the name of the .hack stuff. And I don't even think I explained why, even. Well, simply put, Caine got deleted, in-canon… but here he didn't. He got almost deleted. Files that are partially deleted… they're just corrupt, are they not? So, yeah. I also kinda wanted to emphasize how that changes not only him, but everyone else. Because no character is coming out unscathed. Like… NO one. Everything changes. Everything corrupts. :P
6-22-26: Aaaaaand here we are. (E9 is the fook AMAZEBALLS, btw…) And, as such… … Three days again, bby! Whooooo! (That's, uh, Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.) Need that extra day, or else finishing this is going to take… well, two whole ass years like the original TADC. XD
