I recently started a lil fic for this ship :) ik how starved we are (or at least I am...)
Tragedy logic by liminalarchitect401 on AO3
Summary: Jax just wanted to torment the lizard a bit before bed. He wasn’t expecting to have to engage with a scary, horrible thing known as his feelings.
Or, Jax walks in on Gummigoo having a moment and does what he does best: make him feel worse.
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There's currently five more parts written, with more planned (2nd part posting in a few days hopefully). Check out the series if interested :)
“-Heyy, Gum-Gum! You in there?”
No response.
“C’mon, I know you want to see little ol’ me!”
The thought that he might be asleep already did pass Jax’s mind, to give him credit. But, of course, that thought would be ignored. Come on, what did you really expect?
Jax raised his hand to knock again, grasping for his keys in the other pocket. “Hey, you asleep in there? I didn’t think AI had to do that! Laaame.” As he gave the door another good knock, it fell open into the room, a loud creak emitting from its oversized hinges. From somewhere down the hall, Jax heard a certain Zooble yelling for quiet, which he quickly tuned out as he peered into Gummigoo’s room.
It was much darker than the hallway, the open door casting light across the floor to the opposite wall. Gummigoo wasn’t in his line of sight—Jax guessed he was around the corner—but the room didn’t seem to be empty; a small desk lamp switched on and off to the side. Jax could feel the grin falling from his face as he crept in, turning the corner to find him sitting at a desk, facing the wall, face down.
seeing people reading my gummybunny fic(s) from last year and desperately wanting to work on it again.... unghh i will post work in progress screenshots as hold over..!
the upcoming chap is twin peaks-esque at points, even though most of it was written before I finished watching twin peaks. It's also a long one. I've also planned a fair few edits to previous chapters... I'm so good at planning yall.
part 6 of my jax x gummigoo fic is out! check it out on ao3:
Campfire headphases by liminalarchitect401 on ao3
Summary: The troupe goes on a camping adventure, and Gummigoo can’t stop trying to figure Jax out, much to his chagrin. Jax was really starting to get sick of it, but if he was gonna be inescapable...whatever. May as well have fun with it. The lizard knew what he was getting into at least.
There’s also a bear or something.
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This will probably be the last update till the holidays (university moment). Thanks for reading if you do take a look :)
Jax smirked, shaking his head as he tried to swallow down what felt like a small creature clawing away at the inside of his chest. He was doing just fine just a second ago, and now…! He turned back around, continuing down the path. He could hear Gummigoo’s footsteps, almost sounding cautious. “Did Raggy put you up to this?”
“Nope.” Geez, he needed to learn how to lie.
Jax stared up into the sky, pointedly away from Gummigoo, biting his lower lip as he bent over to pick up a couple sticks. He’d screwed up big time. Big time. It felt like his eyes were going to explode from the pressure behind them, like someone was crushing them together.
He groaned, still not facing him. “Wanna tell me why you’re actually here? Wouldn’t you be much better off with one of the others? Pom-Pom looked like she needed some assistance.”
No response, then: “I…thought now was a good time to try to talk to you.”
Oh my GOD. Jax snorted, turning to face him. He jumped a bit in response, and oh, he was actually serious? “HA! You! Want to talk to me?”
He looked at the ground, awkwardly holding a couple of sticks, chipper expression seemingly lost and replaced with something that could’ve been confusion. “...yeah?”
“Why in the world would you want to do that? What makes you think I’d want that? What do you think I’m gonna tell you?” He swallowed, forcing composure he hadn’t realised he’d lost and lowering his voice. “Why are you trying this again, dude? You know it’s not gonna work. What did you even wanna talk about?”
Gummigoo grimaced. “‘Think Pomni called it…small talk?”
Turns out the blind could lead the blind. Just not well. “Oh, isn’t that cute.” Jax bent over to pick up a branch, continuing down the path. “Getting her to help you act more human, huh? How’s that going for you?” He glanced back over his shoulder at him, cheeky grin meeting flustered. The material this provided…
“Don’t think I really need help with that.” Mhmm. “If I’m bein’ honest, I was askin’ for help with you.”
Dreams of contrition (Ch. 2) - liminalarchitect401 - on Ao3
The aftermath of Gummigoo finding Jax partially abstracting last chapter...
Summary: Of course Gummigoo would want to talk more. Of course. Jax should have seen this coming last night, maybe before that.
Awkward conversations and some memories to boot. Lovely.
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They really needed to make a kind of waking up that didn’t suck. Jax awoke the following morning with a stinging crick in his back, questioning why he felt like such a sack of shit. Maybe if he begged Caine really nicely, he could get rid of that icky morning feeling that always seemed to plague him. Then he remembered. Caine. Right, yeah. That would be why he felt so shitty.
As Jax tore himself out of bed and over to the bathroom to make himself look at least somewhat presentable, he tried not to think about last night. Both that dream, because that would only make him think about other things that he’d honestly rather not, and what happened after. The redness was already creeping up his face at that, so embarrassing. He scrubbed his face a little rougher at that, but of course it wouldn’t go away.
He recalled the conclusions he’d come to just before dropping off, reaffirming them in his head as he stared at himself in the mirror, trying on a smile. He couldn’t let slip today, he’d have to do something they’d all expect of him, get him all angry. Not that he wasn’t going to before, mind you. There was the tiniest whiff of hesitation in his brain though, which he tried to blow out as he walked to the common room.
He’d put his hands behind his head, strutting into the room with swagger dripping off of him as always. At first glance, it looked empty—a rarity. Normally, at least someone else was up, someone he could pester if he felt like it. Whatever. Maybe he could sneak out of the tent to catch the sunrise, or take the good spot on the couch-
“Mornin’.” God f-cking damn it. Jax froze mid-stride as he turned to the source of the voice. Of course the lizard had to beat him up. Of course. There was no escape, was there?
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary: Nightmares had no right being as vivid as they were in the circus. When Jax wakes up after a particularly bad one, he finds himself beginning to abstract. His completely composed reaction attracts Gummigoo (ugh), who of course has to try and help.
Why couldn’t he just be left the hell alone?
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He shut off the water, his room returning to relative silence, before looking at himself in the mirror. The same as he ever was; wearing only some pajama pants, tired eyes, fur on his chest alternatingly flat and sticking up. A walking disaster that would take a bit of time in the morning to cover up.
It was then he noticed his left ear was a jumbled, black and blocky mess.
There wasn't really a thought in his brain at this point, nothing coherent beyond (was it real?). Only a reaction, shaking, falling to sit on the tiled bathroom floor and smile a smile that didn't match the insanity in his eyes, probably sobbing but definitely hyperventilating, because that was all he could hear.
He didn't hear the knock on the door, nor the sound of the door opening. He also didn't notice the tall figure staring down at him, mouth agape. Jax was still crying when he felt a hand touch his shoulder.
This time, he screamed in earnest.
The hand recoiled immediately. Jax’s eyes registered that sitting next to him on the floor was…
…that fucking lizard. Was this the circus's idea of a cruel joke? Send the fucking NPC to him in his worst fucking hour? No, this was not gonna fly.
“..what the fuck are you doing here?” Jax realised his ears were sticking straight up, and he quickly pulled them down behind his back as he shoved himself across the floor to lean up on the tub, farther away from the NPC. The thought that he just barged in here, unprompted, wow, like a red hot poker. How did he even get in? Can't even maintain the persona, he just wanted a tiny bit of privacy-
Jax heard him gulp, swear to fuck if he's about to- “I—I heard you screaming, and-” Oh, so he was apologising. This fucker.
Not even a fucking chance. “Dooon't care!” Jax grinned. “Get the fuck out of my room.”
The lizard stopped mid-sentence, mouth open, God, he looks so stupid when he does that. “Are you s-”
Yes, of course I am you- “Are you deaf? Just LEAVE, PLEASE!” The whole fucking troupe would be in here at this rate and he couldn't—no, God, not all of them pretending to care…if they even bothered to. Probably not. They would probably be elated.
Why wasn't he leaving. Jax’s face was starting to hurt from the grin, his face was starting to get so hot and oh, that's a fucking tear running down his face. He shut his eyes. He could feel his ear behind him, pricking him, crushed between himself and the tub and if he were going to abstract, why couldn't it happen quicker? Save him this agonizing feeling of Gummigoo staring at him across the floor?
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary: There probably isn’t something Gummigoo hates more than Jax’s stupid antics. Which is why when Jax stumbles into the common room in the middle of the night acting weird, he immediately knows he should get out of there.
Then why doesn’t he walk away?
Or, Jax is drunk and Gummigoo doesn’t know what to do.
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Forgot to make this post last week as I was on a trip :) Check out the series if interested!
Gummigoo swallowed. “Ay, mate, what’re you doin’ up?”
Jax turned before opening his eyes fully and spotting Gummigoo. A smile slowly grew on his face. Here we go. “Gummyyy! Hii~” Jax’s paces quickened, nearly tripping over himself and regaining balance before falling onto the couch next to Gummigoo, face-first. He tried to back away from the rabbit but found he was sitting right in the couch’s corner. Quiet chuckling, muffled from the cushions, issued out from Jax, one ear folded awkwardly under his head. “Ohh, oopsie! Didn’t see this sstupid couch here! Hahahh, heehhh…” He slowly pulled his head up to meet Gummigoo’s stare, eyes still big in a way that made Gummigoo feel something implacable, an ear popping to spring up on top of his head.
The fuck is this bugger on. Whatever had happened must’ve gotten him good. Gummigoo must’ve been staring too hard, as Jax shrank backwards a bit. “W-whatissit? Did I do something wrong?”
Gummigoo blinked, looking at the ridiculous position Jax was holding himself in. The bottom of his face was still pressed into the bottom cushion, uncomfortably close to Gummigoo’s leg. His rump was sticking straight up to the sky, with one leg on the couch and the other teetering for support on the nearby table. “I…honestly don’t know.”
Jax snorted loudly, making Gummigoo jump. “You don’t knoww? How do you not know?? Yyou’re not making any sense, Gummy-boy.” Roughly, Jax pulled an arm out from under himself and threw it up onto Gummigoo’s shoulder. “Hehe…Gummy-boy…that’s funny…”
A roll in the hay - liminalarchitect401 - The Amazing Digital Circus (Web Series) [Archive of Our Own]
Summary: It actually looked like this adventure wasn’t going to be that bad, and all Jax wanted was to be alone. Of course, the stars decided to align (as they far too often do) and he had to get stuck with the lizard.
The last thing Jax expects is to have something close to fun.
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He heard the lizard sigh. “So? You gonna start workin’?”
“I am working,” Jax said, looking down at him with a shit-eating grin.
Gummigoo narrowed his eyes. “How so?”
“Can’t you tell?” Jax t-posed. “I’m practicing to be this field’s scarecrow.”
The lizard shook his head. Well, Jax thought it was funny. “Ha-ha. Wouldn't you just get on with it then?”
“What’s in it for you?”
He sighed again. “Do I even need to answer that?”
Jax exaggerated a sigh as he got on his knees opposite Gummigoo. “Alright, fine. Just so you’ll stop whining. Y’know, you’ve really got to chill out, man.” That could easily go for all the idiots, but swear-to-fuck this one was the worst stickler for the rules. He looked out across the fields, and the hill they had come from in the distance. “Don’t you ever think about frolicking in fields? Or whatever the lizard equivalent to that is?”
Gummigoo grimaced. “When there’s work to be done, there’s work to be done. That’s what my ma’ always said.” He paused to look over at Jax. “And isn’t destroying little pretty things your whole deal?”
Full of zingers, this one. Jax chuckled. “Hey, I just think if it's lame, what’s a little fun?” He raised a finger to his smile. “And say, this is becoming pre-tty lame if I do say so!”
“Don’t you DARE-”
Jax waved him off. “Sheesh! Don’t worry, I’m juust kidding…” He grinned further. “..or am I?”
