hii! welcome to my corner of tumblr :P you can call me toomi, and this is a writing sideblog (if anyone wants to be moots, please follow @zo0blified !!). i unfortunately cannot warn you of what is to come on this blog... but if you spot anything nsfw or 18+, minors do not interact with it!!
about toomi
divider: @/sperocordolium
fandoms include the amazing digital circus, creepypasta and slenderverse (marble hornets and everymanhybrid), tmnt, the long walk, marvel (avengers, xmen and f4) and way more!
CREEPED VISUAL NOVEL
Link, tutorial, extra art, Q&A, some chatter
The CREEPED Prologue is completely free and browser-ready. Gameplay is about 10 minutes. Please read the "tutorial" and notes before playing!
Follow Y/N and their dog, Max, through their grandparents' farm and a mysterious forest filled with...less than fortunate people!
PLAY HERE; works best on PC
This visual novel is powered by GOOGLE SLIDES! It has 0 programming and was created by one person in a little over a month, so please bear with any "bugs" and clunkiness!
TUTORIAL
>Click using mouse/trackpad
>Go slowly to not break game
>Do not use arrow or space keys
EXTRA NOTES:
>Works best on PC/Browser, I haven't tested the full game on mobile yet
>In general, clicking the PNGs on the textbox (Apple, Teddy Bear, Hatchet, etc) will lead you to the right page
>If you land on a page that tells you to "go back," that's when you should click the back-arrow key. If your cursor disappears, it doesn't register the click correctly
>I recommend moving your cursor periodically to avoid it disappearing and sending you to the wrong page
EXTRA ART
some WIPS and the original sprite-style i was gonna choose LOOOOOOOL
Q&A
Q: Is this an x reader?
A: This is a reader-insert, but it's not romantic and I try to keep it as neutral and unidentifiable as possible!
Q: What's the plot?
A: GENERALLY AND WITHOUT SPOILERS, your dog gets you into trouble and you're just looking to help him!
Q: Who is in the prologue?
A: Tim, Brian, Toby, and Kate! More will be added in future chapters.
Q: When will future chapters be posted?
A: Not sure! This took me about a month to do, and half was spent over winter break. I will try to get chapter 1 posted before summer, but I am a full-time student, employed, have extracurriculars, etc etc
ok thats all i only remember 4 questions feel free to ask more LMAO
CHATTER(because you know i can talk forever)
ok i just wanted to be able to talk about how the process was with this and how i feel about the results and whatnot...
ive been wanting to make a google slides visual novel since i was like 13 LOL it hit the point where i was repeatedly told i should just learn to code but i was like NOOOOO ITS GOTTA BE GOOGLE SLIDESSSS which is totally stupid but hey. i think that gives it some sort of simple charm that reminds me of being 16 and doing little projects in my room LOL i like working with the easiest tools . my bad
anyway. im just very happy LOL. it's not perfect but i feel like i came full circle in a sense?!?! i've been into creepypasta since i was 9 and it comforted me when things were really hard, and when i was 18 i was going through a really hard time and got back into creepypasta as a way to distract myself. i've always had a habit of throwing myself into fiction for escapism when things suuucked.
i'm 20 now but i've met SO many amazing people, had so many fun awesome exciting projects with friends, created tons of stuff im proud of, felt more motivated to create since i was like 13, have been inspired by so many amazing artists/authors on here, etc. just so so so lucky to find community in such a tight-knit cute fandom that thrives off of creativity and playing around! i hope i can keep the momentum and make a couple more chapters this year, but im kinda busy with school and work...LOL . i'm just excited to have this posted so i can have more discussion about it T_T
anyway thank you if you read this far and thank you if you played etc etc yaahhhhhh omg ok BYE THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING im just so grateful to be in this fandom
i had like maybe half of that fic written before i lost motivation and then i read yours and i was like “damn this is delicious i should finish mine” 😭
- @v4lley-0rchid
OMG NO BECAUSE yours was sooo delicious!!! when looking through the tags i was like "why haven't i seen anyone write about jax in ep6.... and i read yours last night and absolutely combusted. like i need that stupid purple bunny baddddd
also i am so sorry if i came off weird w my reblog 😭 i am just so happy to see someone else have a similar imagination to mine!!!
tags. ┈ romantic, fluff, suggestive, flirting, mutual pining, teasing, forced proximity-ish, caught in the moment, episode 6 spoilers, jax is a menace, guns, gender neutral reader, doll/dollface is used as a nickname, ragatha and kinger special appearances
a/n. ┈ been jax pilled since the latest episode and it got me back into writing so enjoy (i need him so bad)
paired with ragatha and kinger for the ‘gun’ adventure, you find yourself separated from your teammates with a decreasing hope to not be spotted by another team.
giving all the circus members guns has got to be caine’s worst idea yet, just behind the whole teams thing. you give him the slight benefit of the doubt, considering he was obviously displeased by everyone hating his adventures, but you have never felt more on edge because of an adventure.
you managed to team up with ragatha and kinger. not necessarily the most skilled teammates, but probably the best option. after all, you would rather not be stuck with jax when he has a gun, though you admit that facing him may end up worse. plus, pomni graciously offered to pair up with him to spare everyone else, so there’s no worry there.
and naturally, gangle and zooble teamed up which was no shock to anyone except jax, who had planned to torture gangle. thankfully, zooble stepped in and denied him the pleasure of pestering gangle. i mean, there’s definitely…something going on between the two of them, so you don’t think you have any business messing with that narrative anyway.
that left you with ragatha and kinger, who are trustworthy at least.
the adventure began with your team traversing through the main circus area, which in hindsight may not have been the smartest decision. kinger returned ragatha’s initially lost heart and found guns for all of you—though, you quickly discovered yours was out of ammo when testing its effectiveness. you shrugged it off, reminding yourself that kinger is actually somewhat lucid and would likely be able to help if needed.
you and ragatha have been hesitantly following behind him as he sneaks around, both feeling equally uneasy about this situation. she takes the diligence to speak up while you look around for the other two teams.
“uh, are we really gonna be shooting each other with these?” she asks, momentarily glancing at the gun in her hand. she copies kinger’s movements of hiding behind different objects. you stay behind, worrisome about finding yourself in a clearing.
kinger looks back, regarding ragatha with the closest thing to a shrug a chess piece with no shoulders can manage. “it’s either shoot or get sh—AH!”
all of a sudden, he’s cut off by a snipe to the head from the second floor balcony.
you jump in fright before running over to kinger’s shattered body. ragatha gasps and stands startled as you shout kinger’s name in concern. “kinger! are you—“
he abruptly respawns in front of you, eyes facing in different directions. a heart above his head disappears, leaving him with only two.
“TEAM! there’s a sniper around this corner.” he states in his own odd manner before he aims up and shoots at where gangle and zooble are hiding.
you and ragatha freeze at the multitude of events you’ve just witnessed, sharing a mutual look of unsettlement. unfortunately, you have no time to process it as kinger continues with his commonly unusual behavior.
“tactical roll!” he exclaims, clumsily rolling away before signaling for you and ragatha to follow in suit.
ragatha heads toward him, but you stay put from anxiousness. you feel incredibly unsafe and not certain how much to trust kinger’s judgment—or rather, cognitive ability. ragatha, noticing your complacence, turns around and glances in your direction with confusion and worry.
“h—hey, are you coming?” she gestures in kinger’s direction with a shaky smile. you smile softly in return, appreciative of her concern. though, you have an inkling of a feeling that this won’t end well.
“i uh—i think i’m gonna split up. cover more ground, you know?” you discreetly express your disconcertment, willing her to recognize your feelings.
she gives a short nod in response, understanding of your hesitance. there’s an unspoken feeling between the two of you within the silence; equal apprehensiveness. after a moment, she glances back towards kinger, whose pace has not slowed in the slightest. her temporary resolve is pushed away by her need to get moving.
“o—oh! well, good luck then!” she calls out while turning to catch up to kinger.
“you too!” you reply, marking the official separation from your teammates. you hastily rush to find a hiding spot, not particularly eager to be caught off guard by gangle and zooble again.
you slide behind a wall just as a shot rings out, of which follows much commotion coming from the direction of your teammates. you mentally curse, deducing that they’ve most likely been found by pomni and jax as soon as you split up. you can make out a couple voices coming from the chaos, specifically jax complimenting pomni’s shooting. you’re quite glad that you separated by now, especially when you hear ragatha yelp after being shot again.
but your thankfulness quickly disappears as you hear rapid footsteps approaching your direction.
“s#$t!” you grumble under your breath, word censored by some dumb sound effect. with the knowledge that your teammates have already been ambushed, you realize they might be trying to pursue you now.
taking that as a cue to leave, you hurriedly search for a better place to take cover in and find a curtain that leads into some sort of structure. unable to test the safety of the area first, you run inside swiftly. you sprint through the entryway before turning into a seemingly endless hallway. pausing, you weigh your current options.
you could go back out and risk getting shot, or you could travel through here and risk getting shot. you grimace at the paths that are equally undesirable and dangerous.
with a small sigh, you make the decision to stay here and hope you don’t end up brutally mutilated—i mean, caine wouldn’t allow that, right?
you walk through the area cautiously, keeping your guard up for any possible traps from ahead or behind. you’re not the most eager to find out how quick you’d be shot if found wandering around.
the long hallway full of bright colors makes you invariably feel more on the edge. you tighten the grip on your gun when sweat threatens to slip it from your hands. somehow being out of ammo doesn’t relieve the slight discomfort you obtain from holding it.
you’re not entirely sure why the guns make you feel uneasy. naturally, being shot is not particularly the best feeling, but you can’t die. though technically you don’t know that just yet. nobody’s lost all their lives, so you’re not sure what happens after. though you doubt caine would punish you with literal death, it doesn’t help alleviate the pit in your stomach when thinking about your limited lives.
furthermore, you assume ragatha’s on her last life—having been bombarded by pomni and jax. you wonder if she’s ended up losing it by now, but you find it unlikely since you’d hear the gunshots.
speaking of, it has been unusually quiet the past few minutes. the short transition from complete chaos to utter silence gives you whiplash. you feel like any second now someone may jump out and scare you, inevitably ending in the loss of a heart. you can only hope that if you run into anyone, it’d be one of your teammates.
you hold onto that small hope like a lifeline as you attempt to keep your focus set on your careful footsteps, trying to stop being so skittish. you’re probably just overthinking anyway—it could be silent because everyone’s moved to a different area.
unfortunately, you were right to be skittish.
as quick as a snap, jax pops out from above, hanging upside down in front of you with a large grin.
“howdy, howdy.”
you shriek embarrassingly loud at his abrupt appearance, roughly falling onto your bottom from surprise. your gun slips from your hands as you fall, sliding across the floor out of reach. his grin morphs into more of a satisfied smirk at your reaction as he jumps onto the ground.
you flinch, squeezing your eyes shut and covering them with your arm. you half-expect to soon be met with the sound of a loud bang with the unfortunate feeling of your head being blown off, but that moment never comes.
hesitantly, you bring your arm down and open your eyes slightly. thankfully, you aren’t greeted by a muzzle to the face. in fact, jax is just standing there, staring at you.
you bite your lip through a small quiver, “…aren’t you gonna shoot me?”
he raises an eyebrow at you and spins his gun. he’s clearly amused by your contradiction. though, he can’t blame you—after all, who wouldn’t predict to be shot by him of all people.
“don’t sound so disappointed. unless you actually want me to shoot you.” he jokingly offers. though, he would probably do it if you’d asked.
sliding his gun back into its holster, he holds out a hand to help you up. now you’re the one raising an eyebrow at his very out-of-character actions.
“…no thanks.” you mumble, hesitating before grabbing his hand and standing up. for a moment you’d thought this was another one of his pranks, but he seems oddly genuine.
his touch lingers for a moment before you pull away. you’re more focused on studying his expression for any signs of abnormalities though.
you scan him, noting every small detail. you’re not sure if you’re looking for an indication that he’s messing with you or for any hidden guns that may be in his clothing. fortunately, there’s none you can find other than the one in the holster on his hip.
he watches you carefully in return, probably equally as on edge as you are. yes, he’s doing this to mess with you. and yes, it is entertaining to see you squirm with nervousness, but unfortunately he does admit you are intelligent enough to trick him.
but in the process of his observing, he notices the quick flash of fright on your face when glancing at his gun. you’re quick to talk after that.
“s—so, you’re not…gonna shoot me?”
the theatrical smile falls from his lips at your question, replacing it with a small frown. he sighs, ears drooping in the slightest, “no, doll. i’m not gonna shoot you.”
he’s not entirely sure why his heart quenches at the sight of your shoulders relaxing from his reassurance. it also doesn’t take him very long to deduce that you’ve got a fear of guns.
normally, he would consider it irrational. but when he sees your little trembles, he is a weak man.
“gosh, here.” he grumbles, throwing his gun to clatter across the floor and land next to your discarded one, “comfortable now?”
you don’t know why the act of supposed kindness he begrudgingly committed makes your heart ache so softly. maybe it’s the thought that somehow, jax managed to find the part of himself that cares. or maybe it’s the unusualness of the fact that he assisted you in a place he would normally be competitive.
whatever the reason is, it doesn’t falter the small curve of your lips.
“…thanks, jax.” you express your gratitude with a small nod and he groans at your formality.
“yeah, yeah. don’t get all sappy. you’re coming with me.” he turns around, gesturing for you to follow him. your mouth drops from a mixture shock and confusion. you don’t make a move towards him.
where could he even take you? why would he want to take you with him anyway? you start to think being shot may have been the better alternative than whatever he’s got in store for you now.
he flashes a grin in your direction, giving a clear affirmation that he is, in fact, planning something. “c’mon doll, you’re my hostage now.”
“h—hostage? you can’t…you can’t make me go with you.” you stammer, stepping back in alarm. you try to hold your ground, but struggle when he takes a step towards you in return.
“dollface, i think you’re forgetting who has the gun here.” he leans forward from his torso, tone teasing but with a slight hint of a threat.
“but you don’t have a gun, it’s over th—“
just as you move to point at the gun he threw on the floor, he reaches behind his back and tosses another gun into the air, catching it smoothly. you shudder, humming uncomfortably at your new discovery of his well-hidden gun.
pushing down the question of where the hell that came from, you start to deeply wonder why he’s so determined to take you with him. but, on the contrary, you are a little too stubborn to give in that easily—even if he’s attempting to use your fear against you.
“w—why do you even want me to come with you? what could you possibly earn from keeping me hostage?” you ask him accusingly. unfortunately, his confidence doesn’t falter one bit.
“oh, so you wanna know huh?” he steps even closer, shrinking the distance between you to just mere inches—or in your mind, enough to make your cheeks flush a dusty pink.
swallowing hard, you nod rigidly. it can’t possibly be that bad right? your curiosity is too prominent to be overshadowed by timidness.
jax’s grin impossibly widens as he lets out an intimating chuckle. he smoothly slides his right hand around your waist—his other unavailable because of his gun. you yelp in surprise, instinctively tensing and backing up. he follows until you inadvertently hit the wall behind you.
your flusteredness couldn’t be clearer than when he leans in close, voice low in your ear. “don’t blame me if you regret this later. remember, you asked for this.”
you have little time to question what he’s talking about before he kisses you. jax, the resident jerk, currently has you pinned against the wall with his lips pressed onto yours—and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy it.
after the initial shock wears off, you melt into it, tilting your head and slowly wrapping your hands around his neck. the moment distracts you from the stakes here, allowing you to focus on the bliss subjected by this stupid purple asshole.
time passes with the two of you interlocked. at some point, of which you have no idea when, your right leg wrapped his hip. your breath remains heavy on his, inhabiting your ever so empty mind with his abrupt affection.
though, the moment comes to a brief halt at the sound of ragatha’s voice echoing through the hall. she’s calling your name, likely searching for you after escaping jax and pomni—one of which became more occupied by you. you predict there’s only a couple seconds before she finds you. frankly, it would be desirable under normal circumstances, but not in your current position. your eyes open with surprise, though jax seems completely unbothered and continues attacking your lips.
as ragatha turns the corner, she immediately spots your…predicament. though, she’s only given a mere moment to be shocked before jax lifts his left arm and shoots her blindly, taking her last life.
“jax!” you scold him as you pull away, feeling partially responsible for the death of your own teammate. not to mention the very present embarrassment from being caught.
“c’mon dollface, you really think i’d let all of you live?” he says with a wink, smirking at your betrayed face. you frown at him in return, ignoring the slight flutter in your chest.
“you’re an a$#.” you hiss, grabbing his overalls and pulling his face down to yours. he seems relatively unaffected by your attempt to intimidate him—if anything, he’s more amused.
“that’s bold coming from you.” he teases, eyes glancing toward your leg that’s still wrapped around his hip. you flush, frustrated that he’s right.
“we—well, are you gonna shoot me then?” you stutter in excuse, expecting the answer to be yes.
he pauses, contemplating his options. not even a moment later, his expression brightens as if he’s come up with a brilliant idea. he quickly flashes his signature smirk, eyes holding a glint of mischief.
“mm…i’m not done with you yet, doll.” he decides, leaning back in for more—and who are you to deny him?
Honestly, Brian is one of the many victims of toxic masculinity — He's supposed to be strong, and desensitized towards violence, he's supposed to be able to protect you!
This whole killing thing was getting on his nerves these days. It's psychological warfare, it's deteriorating him mentally and physically. But shit, fine.. he has to do it, right? At least he has you to come back to after a mission, which he genuinely looks forward to everytime. Well, except for when he got injured in the process — Don't get hin wrong, he loves your caring nature and how you will always tend to his wounds or whatever has happened to him, but god, Brain would be lying if he said it didn't make him feel weak.
It's hard admitting stuff like that — Brian is used to keeping to himself, caring for himself, being responsible for himself. Then, at least, he won't feel like a fucking pussy for weeping over "a little scratch" or "a little bruise" (He could have a broken bone or something and he'd still feel like a pussy for feeling pain).
So, when he comes back home, making a straight beeline to your room with slashes all over his face, he immediately knew what kind of reaction will await him. You scrunched your face when you saw your boyfriend step into the room looking like a tiger attacked him: "Oh my god! Brian, what the hell happened?" He looked at you like you had just slapped him in the face. Brian's sour expression made you laugh louder than you wanted to, which made him sigh even more.
"That disgustig pig didn't have his fingernails trimmed," he muttered under his breath, taking off his hoodie, "Made it harder than it should've been." You mustered your boyfriend: Dirty blonde hair was messy from the cold wind that blew outside, cheeks and nose rosy because of it, too. His blood even stained the white shirt he wore under the yellow hoodie, although you weren't even sure it was his blood, lowkey.
"Aww, did it hurt?" You mused, finally standing up from your bed to go examine Brian more up close. He immediately tried to swat you off, grumbling something about "Of course it didn't hurt" and "Don't be fucking ridiculous".... So yeah, it did hurt. Hurt his ego or him physically? Both. One more than the other. "It's fine, stop trying to touch me—"
You knew Brian didn't mean that (He'd probably burn a whole town just to get you to touch them), even if his tone sounded serious and quite harsh.
"It doesn't hurt?"
"Stop, dude!"
"I can kiss it away, you know?"
Brian stopped dead in his tracks. Kiss him you said? After a few seconds he turned to you, his expression softening up when seeing the small grin you wore on your lips. You could practically see his brain working overtime, trying to decide if he wants to continue being a smartass or if he should give in like he wants to. You thought it was so silly that Brian still thought he needed to be this "tough guy" when he was with you.. he has been in a more vulnerable position with you once before, so why act like this now? Stupid.
"Yeah I... guess it hurts," he pointed at a particularly deep cut on his forehead, "right here?"
With a smile, you proceeded to press chaste kisses all over Brian's face, hands running through his hair so soothingly, he thought he'd fall asleep at any moment. The taste of iron lingered on your lips.
"It reaaaaally hurts here, too." Brian pointed to his lips, cringing on the inside about how cheesy that sounded. "Where?" You asked. Brian frowned, not wanting to repeat what he had just said — "Don't fuck with me now." Brian just grabbed your face and pressed his lips against yours, basically melting into your touch the second he was able to slide his tongue against yours.
Brian didn't like to be a "wuss", but if it meant he gets to make out with you, he'd be one and then some.
Very off topic, but I'm so in love with Aerion Targaryen, which is highkey not good☠️ (Finn Bennett pls save me😍😍😍)
in general, i think your work can really be strengthened by spacing out your paragraphs a bit more! ive noticed it becoming prevalent on tumblr a LOT recently, so im not sure if this is like, a grammatical error thats catching on between writers on here or what??
but anyhow, it helps to ask yourself what mood youre trying to convey - shorter paragraphs/sentences are typically used during moments of action, tension, and high emotional strain, longer for more thoughtful, perceptive, and introspective moments,,, and a mix of both for usual writing of course, varying length is important.
i also noticed a small pov slip in your latest work with jax and the gun episode, where you switch to first person for one dialogue tag and flip back to second person, im not sure if its a habit of yours or if it was a singular slip but i figure its something you want to be aware of! i have the worst luck finding typos in my own work right after i publish it (eugh) and i know i would want someone to tell me if i left any in on accident.
that being said, i really enjoy what ive read from you thus far!!! i especially enjoy your characterization of jax, both in his actions and his speech. keep up the good work!!! :D so sorry if this random info dump offends you or anything, i know this is unsolicited advice so i hope you dont take it the wrong way T-T
OMG no i get what you mean... i am in uni so essay writing has probably rubbed off me (since you know we write in short/long paragraphs depending on what the type of essay is)! also off topic but i hate essays, im so bad at them and usually like creative writing more... but recently i did really well on one so maybe uni has altered my ability to creative write 💔
and fuck meeee i hate when i do that i promise its not intentional!! i hate first pov so much (personal preference), so i am about to dig through my jax fic to find it.
i am really happy that you enjoyed my characterisation because while writing i kept thinking "fuck me everyone is gonna think this is a completely different character!", so this means a lot :P
do not worry lovely, i was in a higher english class in school and am used this kind of feedback, especially because i can sometimes get too sucked into the story and just word vomit everything...which sometimes results in me lacking in grammar and structure!!
i dont have a beta reader, its just me LOL but thank you again anon and feel free to give more feedback on any other works i end up publishing!!
(1/2) hiii! this is kind of an odd thing to say but i edit fanfics a lot and im guessing you dont have a beta reader, so i just wanted to let you know a quick grammar rule /nm!! to help you improve your sentence structure, which is: anytime a new person speaks, it becomes a new paragraph. and its a little bit hard to read when you have a structure like...
The day was bright and sunny. No danger. "Looks fine to me." Ragatha shrugged. Pomni glanced over at Jax, "Hey, are you coming with us?"
would become
The day was bright and sunny. No danger.
"Looks fine to me." Ragatha shrugged.
Pomni glanced over at Jax, "Hey, are you coming with us?"
it helps to limit confusion on the speaker and lets the eye rest somewhere so everything doesnt become a big chunk of text taking up the screen.
hii!! no you're all good i appreciate it!! i have not written in a while, so this helps a bunch! i will be implementing this in my future writing :) definitely not an odd thing as i would hate to make reading my work an eye strain!!
description: guns and jax aren't a good mix to begin with. add in the newest member of the circus who happens to be shy and easily flustered? you get a recipe for disaster.
content warnings: reader is easily flustered, jax basically holds them at gunpoint?, teasing, jax with a gun is a warning, teasing, a little bit of forced proximity, swearing (not censored in readers head), mentions of reader having a speech impediment (stuttering; im self projecting lolsies), jax is a fucking ass, name calling once, nickname (sugar), grammatical errors and a mix of tenses whoopsies, not proofread, implied death at the end but its in the context of ep 6's adventure.
from toomi: haii :D i haven't written in a while so if this is ass i am so sorry 💔 first post on this new writing account tho, i felt i needed a place to write about the multitude of fandoms that im in. this is loosely based on episode 6 because whew.. i need that purple bunny so baddddddd!!!!!!!!! also, sugar is a gn nickname, right?? if not lmk ^-^ likes and reblogs are appreciated. have a lovely day!!
divider creds: @/pixopix, @/dxstoeskyvjbess
"pair up in teams of two— well, we have an odd number so a team of three as well— you all get three lives, last team surviving is the winner. happy?"
caine snapped his fingers, and a pile of guns appeared out of thin air. you glanced over to the pile of guns, watching jax rummage through them with a look of pure sadistic joy plastered on his face. you stood beside gangle, rocking backwards and forwards on your heels as zooble argued with caine over the adventure. something about an award show? you weren't really listening; instead, your eyes were trained on the circus floor, mind racing at the mere mention of teamwork. you were new to the hellscape that was the amazing digital circus and sure, you were mostly welcomed by everyone and knew that they were all in the same boat as you, but that didn't stop you from hiding in your shell all the time.
before you knew it, the 5-minute timer started, indicating that it was time to break up into teams. you watched as gangle teamed up with zooble, much to jax's disappointment. "you're always on my team for these things though!" jax groaned, eyes rolling as he grumbled something else under his breath. he turned his head in your direction. he then met your gaze, startling you, and tilted his head as a sly grin appeared on his face. you felt heat flood throughout your body as you quickly averted your gaze to your hands— although you could still sense that his eyes were trained on you, like a predator hunting prey.
fuck. you could feel the heat radiating off of your body, cursing yourself for being so easily flustered over a grin; one from jax at that. being the center of attention in any scenario was never your cup of tea. you would get all hot and bothered, your stutter became expediently worse, and you'd fidget with whatever your hands could— but for some reason, it was even worse when one individual had their undivided attention focused completely on you. it felt more... personal.
a hand tapped you on your shoulder and you squealed, spinning around to see ragatha standing there with a lopsided smile. "oh- hey there! didn't mean to startle you," she half-chuckled, placing the hand that tapped your shoulder back onto her hip. "it's okay, really," i gave her a small smile, letting out a deep breath. "i talked to pomni, and we decided that we really don't want kinger.." she paused, glancing over in his direction, "to end up with jax." you nodded, chewing on the inside of your cheek as she continued to speak, "so she's teaming up with jax, and i'm teaming with kinger. join our team?" she asked, her tone hopeful. you really did appreciate ragatha looking out for you; it made you feel less like an outsider and more like apart of the team. "i'd- i'd like that a lot. thanks, ragatha!"
"f%$!#k!" you hissed under your breath, ducking for cover behind a wall as bullets whirled past your head. you glanced up to the high grounds, spotting zooble with a sniper. you peaked your head out from where you took cover, aimed your gun to the best of your ability, and with shaky hands, pulled the trigger. bang! the bullet escaped its shell and ricocheted off of the colourful circus walls, completely missing zooble. you heard gangle scream though, signaling that you may have startled the living daylights out of her.
shouts and gunfire caught your attention, and you whipped your head around to see pomni and jax charging towards ragatha. "you missed a spot!" pomni shouted, aiming her gun at ragatha's head. your heart pounded against your chest and your brain was screaming at you to run. "kinger?!" you whisper-shouted, your eyes searching for the chess piece, but he wasn't around. fuck it, you thought, as you darted towards what seemed like a circus tent. you pushed past the red curtain and ran down the hallway. it was dimly lit, but the bright colours still managed to give you a headache. you turned a couple of corners before coming to a halt to catch your breath.
you stood in silence for a few moments, letting the gun in your hand dangle by your side. "this is so stupid, this adventure is so stupid," you mumbled to yourself, shaking your head in complete disbelief. you were about to move when you heard it— heavy breathing and hestitant footsteps; it was faint, but still there. instinctively, you held your breath in anticipation, your stomach twisting as your finger moves to the guns trigger. then you heard the voices. curiosity flooded your veins as you attempted to listen, but no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't make out a single word. so you walked towards the sound, and when you were close enough, peered around the corner just enough so you could see.
there stood ragatha and jax, who was covered in gun powder and frozen in complete shock. ragathas back was to you, and somehow, jax didn't spot you, seemingly too focused on ragatha. she went to speak, but was abruptly cut off when jax pulled out another gun from his overalls pocket and, oh shit— bang! bang! bang! bang! you could practically feel jax's anger as he unloaded the gun onto poor ragatha, his shoulders heaving as he clicked the trigger another four times even thought the gun had run out of bullets. his breathing was loud and rugged, his body as stiff as carboard as stood there for a second. jax's gaze was fixed on ragatha for a split moment, before his eyes flickered up to look at you. you froze like a deer in headlights, staring at him with wide, shocked eyes. he cocked his head to the side, pupils growing wider by the second, as did the smile on his face. wordlessly, jax reloaded his gun and twirled it around his gloved finger before speaking in a nonchalant manner. "this is the part where you run."
he did not have to tell you twice as you immediately took off running, your heart pounding against your chest. adrenaline coursed through your body as you bolted around corners, glancing back every now and again. you still had the gun in your hand, but what use would that do against jax? to make matters worse, a couple bullets whirled past your head, causing your sprint to falter as you dodged the bullets. the small tent was deceiving from the outside, as it was a literal fucking cornfield inside. you stumbled another couple corners and glanced over your shoulder for a little too long before running into what you thought was a wall. except that wall was a little furry and oddly shaped— oh.
you fell flat on your ass with a gasp from the impact, the gun flying out of your reach towards the wall. with meek eyes, you gathered up what non-existent courage you had and looked up at jax, who was just glaring at you. now that you're in front of him, he's tall; really fucking tall. "ooh," jax hissed, leaning forward a little bit with his empty hand resting on his hip, "should've watched where you were going, newbie." once again, you froze, face flustered from the nickname. you watched him with cautious eyes. jax fixed his posture, arms stretching above his head as he let out what seemed to be a mix between a groan and sigh. you glanced down to the floor again and saw the gun that flew out of your hand. thinking fast, you scurried towards the gun, reaching for it out of pure fear. unfortunately, jax must have killer instincts because right as you touched the gun, it was kicked out of your reach.
"nice try, [name]!" his tone was condescending as he watched you push yourself up against the wall in a panic. you opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. in one swift motion, jax knelt onto one knee, placing his empty hand onto his knee for stability, and leaned in close. he cocked his head once again and that stupid grin appeared on his face before he spoke. "it was reallll cute though." jax drawled, pushing himself impossibly closer to your body. you leaned back into the wall, your chest heaving at the sudden proximity. he paused for a second, observing your flustered state, before raising the hand that held the gun to scratch the side of his head. "j-jax- please-", your eyes dart to the gun, and before you can continue, jax cuts you off. "god, you're so easy, you might be worse than ribbons!" and he laughs. he laughs right in your fucking face. heat rose to your face, stinging your cheeks with embarrassment as you tried to reason with him.
he sighed, leaning away from your face as he stood up, "well, i guess this is where i kill you.." jax paused, kissing his teeth. he twirled the gun around his gloved finger once again before aiming it at you. "right sugar?"
genre: fluff (can be taken as platonic or romantic)
type: headcannons
pairing: tadc x gn!reader
description: it's christmas time! which also means its the season of giving... so what would you receive from your fellow circus members?
content warnings: the circus is a little ooc in general, especially for zooble (don't shoot me for this), but it's christmas so who caresssss, jax is also ooc as he somehow wears smth other than those fuckass overalls. apart from that, none!
from toomi: merry christmas to everyone who celebrates! i hope you all know how loved and appreciated you are <3 wrote this up quickly as it is christmas eve currently (at the time of writing this lol).. probably a little late but that is okay!! reblogs and likes are appreciated 🖤
divider: @/saradika-graphics, @/chrissiren
CAINE:
🎁: any wish/suggestion you'd like and a beautiful date night out!
why?
☆ we all collectively agree that caine spoil the living shit out of whoever he latches onto? great, because you will be the most spoiled and feel the most loved that you could possible feel in that hellscape!! he cant help himself, you will be getting one wish/suggestion granted, because caine would go insane if you weren't living comfortably.
☆ now caine and his little restaurant dates, first with bubble and most recently with jax..... he will be taking you to the most exquisite restaurant in the digital land!! a part of this gift would be a fancy lil outfit to go with your avatar, whether its a suit, dress or something else!!
☆ caine would also 100000% tell absolutely everyone about your present. absolutely and obnoxiously blabbering his mouth off about it 25/7
☆ oh this precious (sometimes) artificial intelligence... he would make it the biggest announcement, barely containing his excitement as he makes a whole spiel of your gift!!
POMNI:
🎁: a puzzle, colouring book or activity/experience that you two can do together!
why?
☆ pomni gives me quality time vibes, as she seems to enjoy spending time with those she is close with, so it is only fitting that your gift is a part of a group activity you guys can do together; puzzles, a cute picnic with delicious food or any other experience under the sun.
☆ since canonically she is the newest member after you (or not), doing an experience that is especially grounded in reality is probably very beneficial to the both of you.
☆ i can see her writing a whole invitation/itinerary for your experience, and she would definitely ask gangle for help with designing that (how cute!!!!)
☆ oh my dear pomni... she'd seem so chill about the present (secretly she is bubbling with excitement), and would plead caine for you two to be exempt from an adventure so you don't get distracted on your little experience.
GANGLE:
🎁: something made by her, like a really special drawing of you two together or a sketchbook of drawings, accompanied by a bouquet of paper flowers!
why?
☆ gangle obviously draws a lot, its one of her passions! she particularly draws those she really loves, so i feel its a givren that she would give you a beautifully drawn picture of you, maybe framed.
☆ she probably begged caine for some really good paper and a cute frame to put it in. maybe some quality markers to give it some colour! worked on it for ages as well
☆ as for the flowers, i feel like gangle is aware that flowers die off quickly, and as much as she'd love to pick a fresh bunch, i have the feeling she'd also want to handcraft a perfect bouquet flowers for you! she'd personalise the colours, type of flowers, etc.
☆ poor thing would be so nervous to give it to you, she'd be shaking as she gives it to you, and will info dump/ramble about why she made it!! gangle would give you the biggest smile when you express your gratitude and compliment her work.
JAX:
🎁: a couple pieces of memorabilia he owns that mean a lot to him!
why?
☆ it takes a lot of time and thought for jax to even consider you a friend, let alone gift you a present for christmas. he has a plethora of repressed issues, so his gift giving game might seem weak; but that will not stop him from giving you a little something, hence why he'd give you something that means a lot to him.
☆ it seems simple, but you know that jax giving you somewhat a piece of him means a lot. whether its a couple artefacts he stole from your guys first adventure together, or some sorts of sweater you've complimented him on, its now yours.
☆ funnily enough, he went to pomni for advice on what to give you, playing it off like he was just messing with her and that christmas presents are for absolute morons he wasn't
☆ definitely leaves it at your door with a simple note that says something like "merry xmas, jax". if you bring it up to him he will try and fail to brush it off in a nonchalant manner, but you can see right through it.
ZOOBLE:
🎁: a little bundle of things they know you want, need, or have seen you eyeing off!
why?
☆ all i can think of is how zooble treats gangle.. giving her a new mask in episode 4 to try and cheer her up, giving her a different gun incase they couldn't find the tommy gun... it goes without saying that they would LOVE to give you a gift bundle of things that will benefit you. does that make sense??
☆ this ranges from person to person though. they might've heard you say you say something you want, or something you miss from your pre-circus life; would bargain with caine to get certain things, like they'd go on MULTIPLE adevntures just to get the things you want.
☆ other things, they might have for you themselves. you told zooble you liked something from their room? bam! thats added to your little goodie basket.
☆ ties a lil' bow around the basket and might be slightly awkward when giving it to you, not in a bad way though, just in their own little zooble way!! (#zooblesupremacy)
RAGATHA:
🎁: a knitted or crocheted gift, like a blanket, sweater, plushie etc, accompanied by a heartfelt letter!
why?
☆ you cannot tell me that ragatha doesn't know how to knit, sew, crochet etc... she is only 30 but i feel like she'd want to make you a plushie or blanket, similar to gangle.. she takes mental notes of what colours you like (for blankets and sweaters) or what animals/objects you like (plushie)!
☆ obviously for sweaters and blankets she would use the wool that is not scratchy and itchy, she has learnt what is comfortable and what isn't comfortable.. off topic but she is also definitely the type to make you a baked good as well!!
☆ ragatha gets too much hate, she is, at her core, a sweetheart and just wants you to know she does care for you. the letter would be written on good letter paper, very neatly at that, and sealed in an envelope with a little heart sticker closing it.
☆ don't get me wrong, she would be ecstatic to give it to you, but despite that, ragatha would be a teensy nervous to give it to you. she pushes that down though and would hand deliver it to your room on christmas morning!!
KINGER:
🎁: a small pet/insect or plant for you to take care of!
why?
☆ hear me out here. kinger has been in the circus for the longest and still has somehow kept his sanity in tack. he knows how important it is to find meaning and comfort in the circus, so his ideal gift to you would be something that you could take care of and make you feel responsible for (not in a bad way, but in a way that keeps your mind busy).
☆ oh i love him so much, he would conjure up a little gift basket to go with it that includes everything you need to take care of your plant/pet, including a letter with FAQ answered by him :C
☆ after kinger gives you your gift he will religiously check in on you about it, asking how its going, what yoy've named it, if you're having any troubles, etc!!
☆ definitely invites you into his little pillow fort to give you the present, as he wants to be as sane as possible when giving you such a precious gift!! (he is so cute i love him i love kinger 😭😭)
ft ... ticci toby, tim wright/masky, brian thomas/hoodie, ben drowned, eyeless jack
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Tobias Rogers // Ticci Toby
me?? what do EEEYEEE think of TOBYY??? hoooooboy
I think his hair is a mess. a warm, deep brown- vaguely well maintained length wise, but besides that?
it gets a lot of static and knotting because of general laziness, hunting outfits, and just how he sleeps.
usually brushes it out with his chewed up fingers in the morning, musses it up and leaves it be
well defined nose that he got from his father, a fine wrinkle between his brows and long, thin crescents on his cheeks where his goggles dip in (he can't always tell how harsh he's tightened them).
he has his lip pierced on one side (the other totally rejected and he's too lazy to repierce). an eyebrow piercing, and definitely his tongue. not open to ear piercings because he hates the pressure when they tug in his sleep.
he's always got gloves on by force of habit, so they're kind of gross. many pairs on standby. they cover his hand from wrist to middle-knuckle, exposing his fingertips. nails are bitten to the quick.. maybe a little past that.
his voice is kind of raspy but light, rough from coughing too hard or yelling too much since he can't feel the hoarseness in his throat. not uncommon for him to lose his voice.
has to keep an eye on his clothing, as someone with cipa, to make sure he doesnt overheat. still ends up with very mild frostbite after winter missions because he swears his hoodie is enough to keep him warm.
gravitates towards band tees in more casual settings, but prefers having jeans on whenever possible. he gets loose/relaxed fit, dark wash jeans- tends to burn through them and needs them patched up, since he's so reckless. the knees wind up shredded within 2-3 months.
if he's in his room? completely unashamed about being in nothing but boxers. you're in his space! be ready to see what you see.
keeps his torn up cheek taken care of purely because he doesn't like how it feels against his teeth when he doesn't. at least something good comes from how picky he can be.
oh my god does he slouch. whines about his back hurting, but ignores any implications that it has to do with his back looking like the letter C.
more or less pretty hairless. his body hair doesn't grow very thick, and if it did he'd probably trim it. struggles to grow facial hair, will totally cling to whatever stragglers he can get and be very defeated when you tell him it actually just looks ridiculous and he should probably shave it. he does have a soft happy trail.
incredibly efficient and lethal, but still covered in white or raised scars from victims who lasted a little longer than planned- a handful of other scars from his life pre-Slenderman. still has his canon amnesia, but you can only notice so many cigarette burns before you piece things together.
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Tim Wright // Masky
you can imagine how tim looks.
he sticks to flannels, layered jackets in the winter. very rugged man, moreso after his sickness worsens. most of his clothing has minor abrasions, as well as dirt and blood stains. bleach spots from messy cleaning.
shaves whenever he gets the time, but doesn't view it as a necessity. his arm hair is thick and spills down his wrist. his face is usually stubbly- will absolutely scratch your face up when kissing. he will apologize but rarely go shave to fix it.. lol..
fairly particular about keeping dirt out from under his nails. he's got those nail clippers with the scraper attached. this care doesn't apply to the rest of his hands. they're dry and calloused- but he'll use lotion if you apply it for him. wink . loser. teeth and nails are a bit stained from smoking, but he can't be bothered to care.
he maintains his hair as fairly as he can with what they have at the mansion, without using any products the girls stole. keeps it trimmed, even if that has to be with Nina's bedazzled hair scissors. don't even think about asking him to shave the sideburns. not gonna happen.
keeps his brows set tight, ignores everyone who tells him he's going to have INSANE forehead wrinkles. in spite of that, when they show up, he will be just the tiniest bit bothered.
he IS heavier set and muscular. no twink-tim in my house.. no sir. his back hurts with age and being overworked, so his shoulders slump a bit, and occasionally his head will hang. he has less scars than toby, but the ones he does have are visibly wider and deeper.
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Brian Thomas // Hoodie
he knows he's handsome. hoodie, maybe less sure- but brian knows he's a charmer. takes good care of himself.
doesn't get into about as much dirty work as tim does, so he's a bit straighter in posture. his clothes have scuffs and dirt like everyone else, but very rarely blood stains/smells.
keeps his facial hair where he wants it- rarely shaves it clean. will actually be a bit sorry if he scuffs your face up, might neaten it later. expects more kisses to express gratitude
nose is crooked from being broken one too many times. he's convinced you can't tell (you can)
smells like craft store fabric, dust, a soft tang of metal, leather, and a little bit of sweat. maybe a bit of pomade on a fancy day.
fairly built, but if he flexes his arms are very defined. not very much body hair? but it still crosses his arms and chest in warm, chestnut dustings. doesn't slip down his wrist like Tim's, but it definitely goes down his stomach. doesnt like having much armpit hair, shaves it down every now and then.
one ear piercing he got in highschool. doesn't consciously care about it, but there's definitely sentimental value there.
pretty sharp eyesight, especially in the dark, from wearing the hoody mask. kinda like how pirates used eyepatches to see at night, except it was entirely unintentional.
his hands aren't very calloused beyond the palms, since most of his time in the woods is spent behind a camera with gloves on.
always has a stupid smile on his face, for one reason or another. it's more subtle nowadays, with the work he knows he does- but it's still there. force of habit. will get crows feet far before tim does.
dresses very casual. not too worried about much, clothing wise. fond of jeans- wears boot cut, mostly. he has one pair of Levi's that he tries to keep away from the grime of missions. just.. just because.
soft southern twinge to his voice, but nothing very noticeable.
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Ben Drowned
okay guys this one is short but here is where I get especially greedy with my headcanons. sorry. tumblr fanfic has absolutely polluted and biased me
fully on board with the stoner!ben movement. i think it's hilarious and im with it. he reeks of cheap weed and flavored pens
his shirts are usually geeky or really unfunny. all stolen, and all a size or so too large. he doesn't care that much about what's on them, but if he can get the most cringeworthy shirt available then he will. i mean the kind of "I traded my sister for pizza" shirts that got sold in 2019. cargo jorts. sick man.
surprisingly takes care of his hair.. pretty well? uses conditioner at least.. even if he only stole it from nina because it smelled good. saves him from the kind of neglect damage that toby's hair has!
speaking of toby, they have matching postures. he's alwaaaays slumped over on his phone #techneck. solid 5 feet and 6 inches tall. says he's 5'11
has scraggly blonde body hair, but it's so light you can't see it in the thinner areas. near absence of facial hair to the point he doesn't even try to save it like toby does.
he doesn't do ANY dirty work, physically. lol . not much to say on that end
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Eyeless Jack
we all know he's tall. you don't need me to tell you that. general fandom consensus is also that he's got claws and whatever but I want to TALK ABOUT THE CLAWS!
I don't think they go very far out from his hands. I say an inch out, thick and curved inwards. a bit like a cat. firm believer in gray-skinned jack so I think they're tinged a bit yellow, but otherwise still mostly pale gray. he keeps them sharp enough to fuck up hardwood and walls. sorry all potential partners.. at least he's got steady hands! even if they're stained with blood around the cuticles.
this is just me but in my most despicable dreams his weird eye stuff tastes good . sorry. savory gals only in this club. bit briney and heavily metallic. anyways enough of that haha
he isn't beefy and visibly muscular to much extent but he is VERY strong. he doesn't need to brag about it. muscles built up solid from actual use, not sitting down and training. and he is obscenely tall, but again- you didn't need me to tell you that!
his teeth are thick and sharp practically all around. still has flat molars, though they're stronger than when he was 18. he doesn't keep them sharp on purpose, so it would take real intent to rip into muscle- but if he bites, it always bleeds.
steady hands but an unfitting gait. he's always a bit too tall for whatever space he's in, so he has to duck, or lean, or hunch. walks like a man on a mission. he is blind as can be, but his senses are inhumanly sharp. more than enough to get him around. makes soft clicking sounds with frequency, just to make sure he's getting where he intended. it's highly effective, but not an endearing sound when you're what he's trying to get to.
his hair is well kept, more than the others. he actually knows how to take care of himself, and not living in the mansion makes that a million times easier. shaves simply because he doesn't like it, keeps his hair soft for easier maintenance. prefers to be clean for purposes beyond the sterile field- partially because if he let himself get nearly as gross as, say, ben or jeff, it'd impede on his hunting.
his joints are just a bit knobby. little indulgent thingy again..
i'm not entirely sure if he can wrinkle, but if he did, smile lines and crows feet would hit first. not because he's overly happy, it's just a knee-jerk reaction when things are going how he intended. his cheeks ache frequently, but that's how he knows the day went well.
honestly dont feel like he has body hair. if I'm being EXTRA greedy I'll imagine him with a happy trail as I do everyone else, but for some reason it feels strange to picture.
one ear pierced. don't ask about it. he doesn't even remember why he has it, or where it came from- or why he hasn't taken it out yet. better to just ignore it.
smells like blood. so much blood, and just.. organ meats. he does keep clean, but it's impossible not to catch something lingering. besides that, he smells like warm laundry and sandalwood body wash.
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guys can you tell i wrote 90% of this past 10 pm. im tuckered out. but I dont think this is too bad for a first post 📸
