ribbon'd,

𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀  ⠀𝘪𝘴 𝘢 ⠀ 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓 𝐙𝐎𝐍𝐄 , 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎  ⠀ ᵀᴬᴸᴷ ⠀ 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩𝙡𝙮 .

[woept]

#WOEPT — . . . an independent and selective gangle of gooseworx's the amazing digital circus. penned by annie. she / they.

❜❜ the w o r l d is happening in a room that i cannot enter — life is happening at a g a t h e r i n g i am not invited to. being unwanted is a language i am fluent in.

i. all current and relevant info can be found on my carrd !

ii. for a quick tldr though this blog does follow majority canon but i think the fun of writing is how much we make our own, and so there will be a lot of headcanons here ! please keep in mind that my gangle is my own interpretation.

iii. currently only set in a tadc setting, but the timeline is super flexible for plotting and vibing purposes ! if you are not a tadc muse and we haven't plotted, and you send me something or like for a starter, i will be putting it in my tadc canon !

iv. all standard rules apply honestly don't be weird don't be a jerk

thank u i love u have a nice day (˶◜ᴗ◝˶)

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flops onto the dash

i got very very sick (chronic illness probs teehee) and i'm in a slow recovery so i apologize for totally dipping, i just was barely able to keep my eyes open for longer than a little at a time (╥﹏╥)

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kisses u all . . . and then goes back to sleep

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crawls onto the dash . . . hi everyone . . .

[b1gtimerush]

set the scene setting prompts (but a little more specific) from yours truly.

001, a convenience store past midnight.

002, a hospital waiting room at 3 in the morning.

003, a photoshoot outdoors in the middle of winter.

004, an indoor filming set of a detective's office.

005, a new house/apartment filled with unopened cardboard boxes.

006, a swing set in an empty playground at night.

007, on stage in an empty theatre.

008, inside an old abandoned house.

009, an empty cemetery at night.

010, the arrival hall at an airport.

011, the last train compartment that's not full.

012, the roulette table in a casino.

013, on the deck of a cruise ship.

014, a kitchen during a black out, surrounded by candles.

015, a treehouse in the middle of the woods.

016, on the dance floor during a wedding.

017, behind the chapel before the wedding ceremony starts.

018, backstage during the middle of a concert.

019, a crowded club during a bachelorette party.

020, standing in front of a painting at a museum.

021, a small, intimate family barbecue.

022, a gazebo while it's raining.

023, the back of an empty bus.

024, a hotel room with only one bed.

025, an empty balcony while a party goes on inside.

026, a bar just after closing.

027, an empty sports stadium.

028, lakeside while the sun is setting.

030, an empty stretch of road beside a broken down car.

031, in front of a suspicious pool of blood in an empty parking lot.

032, in the crowd of spectators during an underground fight.

033, a plane during a bout of turbulence.

034, on kiss cam at a sports game.

035, at a table during a charity gala.

036, a masquerade ball.

037, a halloween party in a suburban house.

038, the beach in the late afternoon.

039, a dressing room after a big performance.

040, exploring the depths of a mysterious cave.

[sunbathe]

_dazzle_ing

[woept]

"So... what's this cartoon-- ah, sorry-- ANIME about? I ain't ever watched one before." She was honestly surprised Caine was allowing the two of them to skip the adventure today to watch tv in Gangle's room. Maybe it was because Shazzy asked, and she's not once missed an adventure? Regardless, she was ready to see what the hullabaloo was with this anime business! // so my hand slipped hi @plasticsouled ,

*         .                  excitement   so   big,   her   mouth   splits   wide   like   ripe   peach,   pretty   and   bursting   and   full   of   joy.   gangle   honestly   can’t   remember   the   last   time   she   was   so   thrilled   about   something.         ❛      so,   there’s   lots   of   anime   out   there.   it’s   kind   of   like      —      it’s   not   really   a   genre,   but   kind   of.      ❜         her   explanation   is   a   little   stilted   with   her   excitement,   forgive   her.         ❛      i      —      i   like   quite   a   few.   i   like   the   action   ones,   b   -   but   the   romance   ones   are   really   nice,   too      .   .   .      ❜         she   snags   the   remote,   ribbon   fluttering   over   the   on   button.         ❛      do   you   have      .   .   .      a   genre   you   like   ?   i   know   i   can   find   something   you’d   like   !   anime   is   really   good.      ❜

[woept]

good morning my loves (≧ᗜ≦)ᡣ𐭩

[inloveforevr-deactivated2025041]

we aren’t doing enough arts and crafts in this world I’m telling you

[pomniegranate]

Baby steps at a time; Gangle almost reminds Pomni of a version of herself; younger, unsure, timid. She's almost thankful that she isn't that picture of herself anymore - years shifting through tar and heavy downpour really puts things into perspective. The one thing she strived for more than anything in her life, was to be taken seriously. That she mattered, that her thoughts and opinions held merit and power behind - regardless of her stature. But unlike herself, the jester could at least be the friend that she never had during her lowest moments.

It sucks, sometimes, the things the circus allowed her to remember or what would piece together during sleep paralysis trapped inside her room from a more than unwelcomed nightmare. They still frequented - ever since she first saw Kaufmo abstracted monster rampaging through the tent; the idealization of what losing all inhibitions to darkness would feel like here. A small hum slipped out with acknowledgment; pinwheels veered off for a split second before turning back to Gangle.

⸺ ❝ Funny thing is, even though I like to think I'm great or even skilled with my hands, I'm actually not a great artist. Do you teach? Maybe you can give me some pointers and we can sit together and draw. I'll follow your lead and you can see just how bad at it I am. ❞

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*         .                  the   question   catches   her   off   guard,   enough   that   the   ribbons   at   her   shoulders   stiffen   before   curling   inward,   folding   against   themselves   like   a   shy   embrace.   gangle’s   big,   dark   eyes   blink   wide,   startled   at   the   thought   of   being   asked   to   teach.   her.   of   all   people.         ❛      y   -   you   want   me   to      .   .   .      teach   you   ?      ❜         the   words   slip   out   light,   disbelieving,   touched   with   something   fragile   and   sweet.   it   almost   feels   like   a   mistake,   like   a   kindness   she   isn’t   supposed   to   have.

but   then   warmth   settles   in,   the   kind   that   comes   when   she’s   holding   a   pencil,   when   her   whole   self   bends   soft   into   the   curve   of   a   page.   this   is   the   one   thing   she   knows   how   to   be,   the   one   place   she   fits.   her   mouth   tucks   into   a   trembling   smile,   sweeter   than   she   meant   it   to   be.         ❛      i’ve   never   really   taught   before,      ❜         she   admits   honestly,   ribbons   brushing   her   cheek   in   a   self   -   conscious   sweep.         ❛      but   i   used   to   do   little   video   tutorials.   i      .   .   .      i   think   this   would   be   fun.   ❜

she   glances   up,   earnest,   hope   sparking   faint   in   the   sheen   of   her   eyes.         ❛      i   just know   you’re   not   bad.   i   feel   like      —      like   you’re   good   at   everything.      ❜         a   soft,   shy   admittance,   stitched   into   that   tiny   smile.

[unluckieststar]

Jovanni lean over looking down at the sketchbook. "I still think they pretty and you got some real talent. Never had much artistic talent myself. I can sing a little and...play piano some." He explained just trying to share to make her less nervous.

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*         .                  it   seems   that   nervousness   was   coded   into   her   very   bones.   well      —      ribbons   here,   gangle   supposes,   but   still.   it’s   a   hard   thing   to   shake.         ❛      that’s   cool.      ❜         she   offers,   kind   and   a   little   quiet.         ❛      i   remember      .   .   .      my   mom   tried   to   make   me   do   violin   when   i   was   a   kid.      ❜         a   hazy   memory,   here,   but   one   nonetheless.         ❛      b   -   but   art’s   always   been   my   favorite.   do   you      .   .   .      like   playing   the   piano   ?      ❜

[woept]

i am gonna do TWO drafts at LEAST

[moodybluesbabe]

[woept]

tiny . . . ( first one expression inspo credit !! )

[juniper-petunia]

they should make a version of socializing that doesn’t make you feel like you’re still the weird 12 year old kid that doesn’t know why she’s not normal like the other kids

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

Isabel Allende, The House of the Spirits

[woept]

good morning (⸝⸝>⩊<⸝⸝)