#ofcircus

[pompomjester25]

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"Hey Kinger!"

Pomni would give a shy little wave, a chuckle softly playing on her lips at the sight of their eldest member. Out of everyone here, she found his presence the most comfortable. Madness and all. She was always happy to see the older man.

"I was uh, just looking for you. You erm, you okay Kingy?"

[sillymuses]

@ofcircus

"Aah! Kinger!" The toy box character fumbled as they bumped right into him in his stagnate pose while turning the corner. They obviously didn't expect for someone to be there. Kinger had that odd habit of popping up whenever it was least expected.

"One of these days you're going to give me a heart attack, I swear. What are you even doing out here?"

[pomniegranate]

you could never be forgotten, luci ❤️ you are far too adored.

I love you, Lee... It's always crazy for me to hear this because I always think I'm a very easy to forget about person (the trauma) HDKSHDNKD. SMOOCHING YOU, IT'S ONLY SEPTEMBER, I DON'T LEAVE UNTIL THE BEGINNING OF NOVEMBER.

At least I'll be able to spend my birthday with you guys. 🥹❤️💙🥰

[alg0rhythm1c]

Starter for @ofcircus

Rex saunters down the hall like a salesman looking for a mark. There's an almost eerie silence along this padded strip of hallway. Cautiously, the fellow begins to whistle a tune, anything to keep his digital ears from ringing.

He's in plain view but he's confident enough those all-seeing eyes are trained elsewhere. A rumor of three back-to-back adventures has bought him the opportunity to gather what he needs.

Rex stops at a door for a queen, with a big, red cross cutting her face. He chews his lip and heaves a sigh, sinking further into his high-waisted trousers. No disrespect, as they weren't quite dead yet. He nods to himself. It's not like those big cats would notice a few odds and ends missing, while they lumbered around in Tartarus. He reaches into hammerspace, pulling out a modified paperclip to jam into the lock. The door is open in a couple clicks, and Rex slips into the dark, one last look behind before he shuts it.

He turns on the light, getting his bearings. The next few minutes, he rummages through all the drawers, sticks his head under the bed, and creaks open a few chests. He discovers an entire mound of plastic butterfly shapes in a toybox tucked in the corner. They're each the size of his hand, almost flat. Decent patch material. Already, he's attempting to scoop them by the armful, considering how he could tack the wing edges to different surfaces.

A door-noise snaps him out of his thoughts. In a terrible cacophony, the pieces all clatter to the ground, as Rex lunges for the light switch by the entry. He presses himself against the nearest wall, shrouded in darkness. The only thing visible are his conspicuous, terrified cyan eyes. He can't help but notice: they're reflected back at him, in the vanity mirror at the far end of the room. Damn. He squeezes his eyes shut, praying for himself, as the light from the outside streams in.

[pomniegranate]

“You’re doing really well, you know that?”

Oh. That .. was unexpected. Though, not completely unwelcomed.

She always found the presence of Kinger fascinating ever since she first arrived in the circus; there was something to him that told a deeper story that was left unspoken. The supposed rumors just made her find him even more interesting because there's reasons that a false narrative gets created and sometimes, instead of fighting to fix it, it's easier to allow others to perceive you however they want. As long as one stayed true to themselves and knew who they were, the obscured narrative didn't matter.

There was a strong fortitude to the man; wise, any time she'd spend with him hidden away under dim lights - she admired him like a kid would to an adult who's truly experienced life to its grandeur. And had a silent respect for him.

So for him to suddenly hit her with a compliment, even though she didn't necessarily do anything deserving of it ... she'd accept. Because it came from him. ❝ Oh. I don't .. really think so some days but, at least you think so. Thanks, I uh, appreciate it. ❞

[thisboyisabeast-blog]

❛ What do you call the middle of a song? ❜

“A bridge. Qual é, Dick. eu sou o rei dessas paradas, você não pode me pegar com elas! Vai ter que pegar muito pesado pra me superar!”