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Jax reacting to hearing his s/o saying that they would like to marry him in the future

CW(s): rude Zooble, age gap, self-deprecation, unfinished relationship talk, eavesdropping, talk of marriage, Jax note: The "age gap" has no set age gap, just heavily implies and mentions that the reader is older and has experienced more as an adult then Jax might have. But there is no age mentioned for the reader. As for the "unfinished relationship talk", it's basically the reader letting Jax process everything that was said to get his feelings and thoughts aligned. Pushing him to talk when he's conflicted usually ends up with him blowing up, so they'll sit down and revisit the discussion later. A/N: I had this mostly written up ages ago, just needed to finish and clean it up. It felt weird... coming back to TADC after so long... This is also like over 2.2k words... normally I wouldn't post something this long here but, eh why not.

“So how long do you see the two of you ‘dating’ for? You know if there is an exit and we get out of here, the two of you will probably break up.”

“Why would we break up just because we’re back outside?”

You shot Zooble a confused look who only returned it with their own confused expression. It’s hard to speak for Jax, but you had been in this for the long run, it wasn’t just some “hey let’s date to pass time while we’re trapped here”. So far Jax has yet to give you any implications that he wasn’t taking this relationship as a means of passing time.

Zooble shook off the confusion and crossed their arms. “You’re kidding me, right?”

“No, I don’t think so. I don’t get it what’s the issue?”

“The issue is that you really think the two of you are just gonna continue as if this place didn’t happen?”

The confusion only grew the more they spoke, is that how the others saw your relationship? Just the two of you using each other to pass the time? Well, that hurt.

“I do actually, I don’t know what you and the others think about the two of us but I love Jax and I’d be willing to do my part to make the relationship work. I know he doesn’t seem like it but I know Jax would too.”

You leaned in close and cupped your mouth with one hand and spoke in a quiet voice. “He’s quite a faithful guy despite his flirty demeanor.”

Zooble let out an unpleasant snort at the statement, it was hard to see Jax as someone faithful and not just using you for his own means. But what did they know?

Unbeknownst to either of you, Jax had made his way over to the two of you but instead of making himself known, he tucked himself around the corner to eavesdrop. You rarely hung out with Zooble, so of course he got curious.

“So what, you’re just gonna keep dating him for the rest of your life?” They paused and blinked a few times before letting out a dry laugh. “Don’t tell me you see yourself marrying him?”

Marry? Marry who? His brows furrowed in a mix of confusion and irritation, you weren’t cheating on him, were you? The only other guy there besides him was Kinger, and let’s just say if it wasn’t for the fact he was trying to stay hidden he would’ve burst out into laughter. That’s a hilarious image, you with Kinger of all people.

“Marrying him?” The thought never crossed your mind, you saw a long life with Jax but the idea of marriage never popped up. Would he even want that? He’d probably make a joke if you ever popped the question, or say some shit like how he doesn’t expect you guys to get out of here so it’d never happen.

Plus would you want him to give up his youth any further than he already has by being trapped here? Did he even date before you? How much of his young adult life did he get to experience compared to you? You were older than him, you’d been able to do stuff with that adulthood before coming here.

Zooble frowned seeing you lost in your head, shit they didn’t mean to upset you. They uncrossed their arms and started to reach out to apologize but you snapped out of your thoughts before they could do more.

“Do you think marriage in the circus would be acknowledged out there?”

“What?”

You rolled your eyes and gave your hand a little wave. “I mean do you think if we got married here, it would be recognized legally out there? I mean, even if it wasn’t then we could just get married again. Knowing Jax he’d probably not want anything fancy so a little stop by the courthouse to sign some papers would be fine with me. I’m sure Caine could create a perfect digital wedding, that’d save us a fortune. Do you know how expensive weddings are? And we’d get it for free!”

As you went off on your tangent you missed the look of shock on Zooble’s face, and the two of you collectively missing out on the reddening of Jax’s face the more you spoke. Zooble didn’t know what to expect after you’d gone silent, and neither had Jax—should he even be hearing this right now? You weren’t serious were you?

“You’d do that? Get married to him twice?”

A pleasant hum escaped you at the question. “If he wanted to, yeah. The topic hasn’t come up so I don’t really know what he’d think, but I’m not opposed to it. I know he’s got his quirks—”

“Is that what we’re calling it?” Zooble interrupted.

“—but I accept those for the most part and it’s what makes him, him.” You continued, ignoring their interruption.

“I’m not the type to short-term date someone, and even if it’s weird to think about I could see myself settling down with him for good. Whether that’s here or there, though I’d much prefer it be out there but I’ll take whatever I can get.”

In truth Jax had never thought about marriage, he barely thought about dating until you showed up. And even then dating wasn’t on his mind until later on. There’s a tickle of laughter in his chest at the very thought, and not the good kind of laughter, the mockery kind of laughter.

Who the hell cares about something like marriage in the circus?

“You’re serious.”

You shot Zooble another confused look laced with irritation. “Zooble I’d appreciate it if you stopped questioning my feelings. I know what I feel and I wouldn’t say it if I wasn’t serious.”

“Right, sorry.”

The two of you stood there awkwardly, Zooble shuffling in place trying to brush off your intense staring. In the process of trying to look anywhere but you they caught a glimpse of Jax hiding, the two made eye contact and Jax nervously shook his head silently hoping Zooble wouldn’t call him out.

Zooble broke eye contact first and looked at you, crossing their arms. “If the two of you do have a wedding, at least the wedding will be small. You know, assuming you invite the rest of us.”

A smile washed away the scowl at the statement. “Of course! I couldn’t think of anyone I’d want more than you guys to be there, regardless of what Jax says I want my new little digital family to be there.”

You opened your arms to offer a hug, Zooble was one of the two people that you let initiate any physical contact such as hugging. They were stiff and it felt awkward but they returned the hug, letting you give them a good squeeze before pulling back.

Zooble caught Jax silently laughing at their discomfort and shot him a glare before looking at you. “I’m gonna go, this is too much wholesome shit for me.” they paused and nodded their head towards the doorway. “Besides, looks like someone wants to talk to you.”

Jax hissed, shooting them a glare with a silent promise to dismember them later for ratting him out.

Throwing a glance over your shoulder you see Jax and momentarily worry if he heard any of that. “Oh hey.” Jax steps out from around the corner and grumbles back a greeting, eyes still locked on Zooble as they leave. “Stop that.”

He finally looked away once Zooble was gone and looked down at you, crossing his arms loosely. “Didja mean what ya said?”

“Said?” You swallow nervously. “How much did you hear?”

“Enough.” Sure it wasn’t the whole conversation but he definitely heard more than enough.

This wasn’t how you were hoping to pop the question, but at least you didn’t have an audience. “I… yeah I did. I was gonna bring up the topic at a later point but uh, now’s a good time I guess.”

“You’d really wanna marry me? Me?”

“Oh don’t sound too surprised.” Your eyes roll purely out of habit by this point. “I would, but uh..” His posture stiffens and you’re quick to continue, lest he get the wrong idea. “You’re younger than me… I don’t know what you got to experience before being stuck here. I don’t wanna feel like I’m… like I’m getting in the way of you having experiences before something like marriage.”

Jax let out a few awkward chuckles, right, he always forgot about the age gap. His worries weren’t on his experiences but more on how you seemed so casual about settling down with him of all people. You could do so much better—even if he hated to admit it, the thought of you with someone else made him upset.

“I don’t think experiences really matter—”

“They do though. If I’m the only person you’ve dated then how do you know you won’t come to tire of me or regret something as big as marriage? Isn’t there a quote that basically says most first relationships never last?”

Under normal circumstances watching you spiral would be fun, but this wasn’t fun watching you put yourself down. “Hey, since when do you believe in that junk?”

Okay, he’s got you there, you didn’t believe in that crap but still.

“I should be saying the same thing to you…” he started, ignoring the confused look you gave him. “You’ve got more experience but who’s to say you won’t get tired of me?” He let out a bitter laugh and gestured to himself. “Have ya seen me?” He’s a class-A asshole with little to no care about the other idiots trapped in here aside from you. Anyone could tell you he wasn’t husband material.

“Jax—”

“Nah, babe I’m being serious. I know those pretty lil eyes of yours see clear as day what kinda person I am. The others are sick and tired of me and want me gone, it’s only a matter of time before ya fuckin’ see I’m not whatever ya think I am.”

It hurt seeing him spiral, his voice shook despite the anger on his face, and if you looked close enough it looked like he was ready to cry any second. Before he could continue to berate himself, you grabbed the straps of his overalls and gave a firm yank bringing him to your height.

“Apologize.” Jax froze, anger and confusion clear as day. “Apologize to yourself, right now.”

“The fuck are ya talking about?”

“I said, apologize.” You repeated through gritted teeth. “Look I won’t lie and say you aren’t a handful—” Jax opened his mouth to retort but you pulled the straps of his overalls harder, not giving him the chance to interrupt. “But who isn’t a handful? Especially in a place like this, we’ve all got our baggage and you aren’t an exception.”

The scowl and anger never fell from his face as you spoke. “Out of all of us, you’re the third longest to be here—you’ve experienced so much and so little while being trapped in this shit hole. I would be surprisingly impressed if you didn’t have some sort of trauma-like response or body-eating anxiety.”

“I’m not trying to excuse your behaviour, because frankly, it can be very uncalled for in some cases—but I won’t pretend to know everything about you, or why you are the way that you are. But I’m willing to take the time and sit down, and try to understand you. We don’t have to get married now, heck we don’t have to get married ever. I am more than willing to just stay happily by your side with you.”

You finished your rant, panting, staring Jax straight in the eye as much as he tried to avoid yours. The look of anger had melted away, the scowl lessened but his brows furrowed, no doubt struggling to process your words.

“I’m not going to make you respond to that right now, because I know that was a lot and I know you’re struggling with your thoughts, feelings, and words. But we will talk about this later, okay? You will apologize to yourself.”

The grip on his clothing loosened, prompting him to slowly pull himself upright, eyes still avoiding yours. You knew him too well already, that after big or heavy topics it would take his brain what was the equivalence of three to five business days to work himself out, less he lashes out. He wanted to at least give you that level of courtesy compared to the others.

Jax nodded and you exhaled a breath of relief before gently taking his hand. “Good, now do you want me to lead you to your room so you can be alone a bit, or do you wanna go mess around? I heard Bubble was going to try and “bake” again, maybe we can mess around with him.”

Did he wanna be alone right now? Yes, there was a lot to process. But the temptation of fuckin with Bubble started to outweigh it. Eh, fuck it, he could process it later. Not every day he could fuck with Bubble.

He nodded, and without even needing a verbal answer you knew by the slow-growing smirk what option he picked.

“I would love to harass Bubble with my potentially one-day spouse.”

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master list for Security Breach (I'll update it as I'm able to)

Rules

Eclipse

Sun

Moon

Touch-starved Moon (snippet)

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Touch-starved Moon

CW// non-sexual touching, teasing, no actual sexual content notes: Sun and Moon are separate animatronics, not mentioned but implied that the reader is already dating the boys A/N: I don't know what to call this, a preview? Snippet? Drabble? Either way, late last night I got on the topic of touch-starved Moon with my friend, which led to me typing up bits at a time to send them. They were my magical muse because I've been having writer's block, so I just find it funny that I wrote up a bunch via Discord messages versus my usual setup...and on my phone of all things. Maybe I'll do this more to try and get out of my writer's block, definitely seems to be doing a better job than forcing myself to write shit up. But yeah, since this was written up on my phone I've gone through and fixed all my 2 am sleepy typos and grammar mistakes, obviously this isn't finished. Again why I said I don't really know how to label it. Maybe with enough interest, I could pick it up and flesh it out a bit more. But it wasn't intended to be this long, just like the first bit then a jump to the reader touching and over-stimming Moon and junk 💀

“Hm, Moonie?” Your hand drifted down his chest plate before giving the elastic of his pants a quick snap.

Moon hummed, gaze still locked on your face. “Yes, star?”

“What did I just say?”

“What?”

“Oh my, Moonpie were you distracted?”

“I was listening.” he hissed. Moon’s chest plate rumbled with annoyance but grew warm under your touch.

“Mhm, and what was I saying?”

Moon froze and sent your hand a glance, watching as your fingers walked their way down his stomach. “D-daycare..”

“Daycare? Mm, that’s a pretty broad topic.”

“Cleaning..” he cleared his throat. “Cleaning the daycare..”

“Moonie… It’s morning, the daycare is already clean.”

Shit.

“Seems like someone hasn’t fully booted up. I’ll overlook it this time, try not to get distracted with the kiddos, okay?”

Moon forced himself not to chase your hand as it left him, forcing out a grunt in agreement.

“Well,” you stretched and turned to look out into the daycare. “I’m gonna go find Sunny and ask him for his thoughts on what I said.”

He flinched. Did you ask him for his thoughts on something? For the daycare? Moon held back a whimper as you left, crimson eyes trailing the hand you used to touch him, now being used to wave Sun down. The same hand used to touch him now rested against Sun, and it made his chest ache and stomach churn.

Why did you stop touching him?

The rest of the morning was spent with the feeling of eyes on you. Every curious glance resulted in catching Moon’s gaze on you instead of the children he was supposed to be tending to. And without fail, every time he was caught he’d look away and find a way to excuse himself to a different place in the daycare.

By nap time the staring didn’t let up, even Sun had commented, questioning why Moon was so out of it and staring at you.

Moon silently stewed in his emotions, irritated at every touch between you and Sun. You’d yet to touch him again, in fact, you’d gone out of your way to avoid touching him.

During lunchtime, you’d made sure to avoid his touch while handing out the lunch trays, only to touch Sun’s by “accident”.

What made Sun so special? Was it because he’d spaced out earlier? Were you upset? Oh, what he wouldn’t give to be in Sun’s place right now.

Should he apologize? If he was going to he needed to think fast, you’d turn away from Sun and were headed straight for…him?

“Hey Moonpie.” You whispered, careful of the sleeping children, and sat beside him on the floor keeping a decent distance between the two of you. “Feeling better?”

Moon’s voice box rumbled. “Peachy.” Despite the darkness, he could see the gap between the two of you clear as day. Normally you’d sit on his lap with him during nap time while Sun took to doing a mid-day clean up.

“Is that so? I’m glad.”

The glow-in-the-dark stars of the nap room alongside Moon’s dimly lit eyes gave you just enough lighting to see the gap between you two. His leg twitched and you took to distracting yourself to look at a nearby napping child—time to see how the event from this morning would unfold.

The two of you sat in silence aside from the music box playing away in Moon’s chest. Careful to keep your eyes elsewhere, you’d occasionally catch the gap between the two of you growing smaller and smaller.

“What do you think of a sleepover tonight?”

Moon flinched, pausing mid-movement to process the question. “Sleepover? Tonight?”

“Mhm, I talked it out with Sun. Use the theater room and get pillows and blankets to cuddle up together.”

Harsh red lights lit up your face, nearly blinding you and risking waking the children. You slapped a hand over his eyes and they instantly dimmed. Well, that’s new.

You’d c-cuddle them? Of course, you’d done that before but that was…well before his current predicament. No, wait focus.

Your hand lingers on his eyes despite the light dimming, watching those tiny pinprick pupils stare at your hand. Oh right, it probably doesn’t feel great having someone’s hand on your eyes.

Before your hand can fully pull away and lose all contact Moon grabs it, shifting it to his cheek instead. It’s at that moment you feel his leg touch yours…he closed the gap you’d intentionally placed between the two of you.

Such a touchy little Moonpie.

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Denture Daddy

CW// implied unspecific sexual relationships, dom/sub talk, use of the word "daddy" and "mommy" in a non-parental form, mentioned hate sex note(s): basically the reader and Jibba (my TADC oc) playing a dumb game of who seems like a dom or sub to pass the time. Jibba can be seen as a bit of a "whore" but he wears it proudly. Rhett (who's mentioned) is another of my TADC ocs. A/N: This whole thing happened all because I wanted to say "denture daddy". I don't expect anyone to give a shit about this. But at the end of the day as long as my friend and I enjoy it, that's all that matters.

Conversations with Jibba was like a game of Russian roulette. You never knew what direction or topic would come up.

Sometimes the conversations were casual, asking how you were doing or if anything fun had happened. But then you’d get conversations about a tiered ranking of who was considered good in bed, only to get whiplash by a simple conversation on whether you were a dog or cat person.

It was a wild ride, to say the least, which is how you got roped into a conversation about your fellow circus captives and whether they fell into dom or sub-category—for shits and giggles that is.

“‘m just sayin’, ya look at Jax ‘n think he’s got this whole sadistic face to ‘im and it turns out he’s just as touch starved as he looks,” Jibba stated.

Right, they were sleeping together—something about hate fucking because of their prank war or some shit. Neither of them was very subtle about their pranks or their “hate sex” because if that was hate sex you hated to see what tamed sex was like.

Bunch of emotionally constipated idiots.

Jibba jabbed you with his elbow playfully, getting your attention back on him. “Thoughts on Kinger?”

“Definitely not a dom, in fact, it feels wrong to think about him even having sex.” You shuddered. Kinger felt too much like your dad, and thinking of your parent’s boinking was enough to make you wanna bleach your eyes.

He shrugged and crossed his arms before leaning his chest against your back. “Yea’ it’s like watchin’ ya gramparents be romantic an mushy.”

“Ugh,” you gagged, “why’d you have to make it worse? I was thinking of my dad at least.”

“Oo, you thinkin’ bout ya dad playing twista? Naughty, naughty.” he teased, shooting you a playful smirk.

You elbowed him hard, basking in the pained noise that left him. “You know damn well what I meant.”

Jibba groaned and rubbed his side, you had a mean right elbow. “Yea’ yeah, alright so what ‘bout Rhett?”

“Eye Daddy? Oh, yeah. Total dom, but like not like in that rough way—”

“—but in like a total control way? Oh yeah, ya don’t know how hard I’ve been tryin’ to crack that nut—metaphorically and literally.” Jibba scoffed and used your head as an armrest, staring out at the others doing one of Caine’s dumb lil games.

“Are you just making rounds to everyone?” You didn’t shame Jibba for his sex escapades, if anything good on him for finding some way to tame Jax’s awful behaviour.

“Only the hot ones.” You looked up at him despite his arm on your head and he sent you a wink. “I’ll get to ya in no time, less ya wanna jump the list then we can go find somewhere right now.”

“Yeah, not right now.” As entertaining as the thought was, you were quite relaxed just hanging out with the ridiculous man. Though it would be a tempting endeavor at a later time. “So, Ragatha?”

“Mm,” Jibba leaned back, taking most of his weight off of you but kept his arm in place. “She gives like, soft mommy vibes.” he waved his hand in a so-so gesture. “Though I feel like she has a lot of parental experiences if she’s been havin’ ta live with Jax for god knows how long.” He paused, eyes squinting in Ragatha’s direction. “I’d let her give me a good stern talk’ ta.”

“I’ll give you a stern talkin’ ta, if you don’t calm yourself.”

“Babe, this whole conversation is about who’s a dom and who’s not, how do ya expect me to keep calm?” he joked. You raised your arm again with a silent threat to elbow him and he swallowed. “Yeah, okay, calming down.”

“Pomni?”

The two of you fell silent, staring over at the anxious woman who was struggling to get out of Jax’s reach.

“Anxious chihuahua.” Both of you stated at the same time.

Jibba laughed that awful eerie death rattle of his. Did a toy like him really exist? God that was horrifying, who buys that for children? You knew he could control it but why did he have to do it now of all times?

He caught you staring and grinned. “Somethin’ wrong?”

Right, this is Jibba we’re talking about, he knows it’s creepy and did it intentionally. Bastard.

“No,” you rolled your eyes and looked back to Pomni. “She’s too anxious, poor woman probably has a hard time holding someone’s hand let alone sex. Though I’d rather not think about her sex life… feels wrong.”

“Oh, and thinkin’ ‘bout mine ain’t?”

You gave him a deadpan stare as to say ‘Really, that’s what you wanna ask?’. He cleared his throat and mumbled a little ‘touche’ before looking back at the others.

“Oo, I know a good one,” he snickered. “Caine.”

“Caine?” Well, at least he wasn’t asking you about Bubble.

For whatever unknown reason, at the mention of his name Caine appeared a few feet from the two of you with a loud pop. “Diiiid somebody say Caine?”

Jibba shook his head, seemed even with a lack of ears the loud pop affected him. You shook your own head, rubbing an ear. “Uh, not directly.”

Caine cocked his head in confusion, clearly not understanding you were simply talking about him—not trying to summon him. “I see. Well, while I’m here. Why aren’t you two participating?” he asked, waggling his fingers in the direction of the others.

“We’re playin’ our own game,” Jibba answered, giving you a playful nudge.

“Oh?” Caine floated closer, eyeing the lanky doll.

“Yea’, the game of dom or sub.”

Caine cocked his head again. “I don’t understand.”

Jibba snickered and you couldn’t help but cover up your own laugh with a grunt. “What he mean’s is—”

“Oh no, he’s like one of those tops with golden retriever vibes that when ya call ‘em daddy like yer sayin’ ‘good boy’ they get excited.” He covers his face, a genuine laugh instead of that death rattle laugh.

The look of confusion never leaves Caine’s face but you can’t help but join Jibba in his laughter, because he’s not wrong. You could say a lot of insulting or weird things to Caine, but if you use that dog tone with him he’ll take just about anything as a compliment or praise.

“Oh no,” you mumbled, he’d be so fun to fuck with. “He’s not a dom…” you snicker, “but I’d still call him daddy.”

“Denture Daddy!” Jibba bursts out, nearly knocking himself and you off your perch.

The two of you laugh so loud it catches the attention of the others across the way. You wave your hand at Ragatha’s confused expression and further try to prevent the two of you from falling.

“I hate to intrude on this moment of merriment but,” Caine clears his throat, looking between the two of you with confused concern. “You two do know I’m not your father, yes?”

Jibba lets out a scream that turns everyone’s attention back onto you two, only to follow with nearly scream-level laughter from the man. You can’t really blame him though because you haven’t stopped laughing either, especially not long enough to try and explain to Caine that the two of you weren’t calling him father.

You give Caine what one could only describe as some form of yes as an answer before telling him he can go between cries and Caine leaves hesitantly. Your sides are starting to ache from so much laughing, meanwhile, Jibba has his face buried into his hands and is leaning into your shoulder like you’d be able to stop his laughter and tears.

He’s taking this a lot funnier than you but man, “denture daddy” is gonna always be in the back of your mind when you look at Caine from now on.

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#fanart #arts for judas #tadc rhett (oc) #tadc jymme (oc)

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(If I ever get a better headshot to use I'll update this image. For now, this helps give you a visual of his "head". And yes, that eye is supposed to be upside down.)

Name: Rhett (a pun on the retina) Nickname(s): Eye Spy (by Jax), Googly Eyes (Jax) Based on: I Spy Books Gender: Male Pronouns: he/him Height 7'4" (223 cm) Eye colour: Gradient top to bottom (red, dark orange, orange) Skin colour: Solid white Fashion style: Dark Academia (refs) Room style (circus/irl, mainly irl) refs

Fun Facts (will update over time)

Rhett named himself, sticking to the eyeball theme.

Despite his calm and sophisticated demeanor, he's got an awful temper.

Even though he has no ears, he can hear just fine. And even though he has no mouth, he can easily speak. There is no known way to silence him since he has no mouth to cover.

That said, he "gives kisses" using his lower eye—closing the individual lid and pressing the eye wherever for his variation of a "kiss".

Rhett's taste in music is Jazz and Jazz adjacent type music. If he had a playlist, there would probably be some classical-type music too.

Even though he can't make things like Caine can, Rhett has a knack for pulling weird shit out of his pockets at any given time. Sometimes it's a watch. No clue who that belongs to. Sometimes it's one of many random little toys or trinkets—who's shit is this?? (Get it, cause he's I Spy based, so all the little random shit you're looking for might be in his pockets...)

Rhett can look in all directions easily, the main eye cannot rotate but the rest can, allowing him to look behind himself to avoid one of Jax's inevitable pranks.

While Rhett's fashion style leans towards Dark Academia, the original outfit he arrived in was far more colourful and not particularly his style. (Don't ask how he got new clothes.)

Rhett can wear headwear such as hats but dislikes it because it puts pressure and weight on his eyes having to support it.

Despite his gentleman-like appearance he's a shameless flirt at times and can be quite vulgar, got the mouth of a sailor too.

Rhett likes plants but doesn't have a green thumb. After enough dead plants, he settled on fake. If you see a plant, don't water it, it's fake.

Rhett is the type of guy who dislikes eating messy things with his hands, and will 10/10 eat with a fork and knife. He dislikes messy, sticky food residue on his hands.

Rhett is a sucker for romance and is a hopeful/hopeless romantic.

Because he's all eyes, it's hard for most people to tell how he's feeling or his expression. However, he does have some unique ways of expressing himself through his eyes alone. Such as one or two smaller eyes iris' turning into hears and gently swaying when he's looking at someone or something he loves (typically a person).

Rhett likes puns, especially making eye-themed puns.

Rhett also likes cooking, it's relaxing. He also loves cooking for those close to him.

#tadc rhett (oc)

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OC Masterlist

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Rhett (information post)

Under the Weather

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Denture Daddy

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LOOK AT MY BOY, LOOK AT OUR BABIES. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH. OH MY GOD. Thank you so much, I'm gonna stare at this all day! 😭

Everyone, please give this sweet bean some love. 💜

I made a guy! His names is Jymme(Jim) and he’s made of play tubes :)

@impishjesters the guys <3

#fanart #arts for judas #tadc rhett (oc) #tadc jymme (oc)

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saw your fill about jax and the reader having a litter together and i feel like giving birth in the circus opens up such an interesting question of like. do they actually exist? theres no human equivalent to any of them in the 'real world' and although the reader went through the process of carrying and giving birth to them if they should somehow miraculously be able to return to reality one day their kids just wouldnt exist at all

I actually had a chat with someone about this and that any pregnancy in the circus (at least in my opinion) would result in an AI baby. Because I have another request from someone on AO3 mentioning pregnancy as "messing with data". I definitely don't think it could happen (getting pregnant that is) in the circus but it's a fun little twist with the idea of Caine or whoever "messing" with the data or whatever.

God, can you imagine the angst? Having a digital baby and getting so attached just for you to leave the circus and just, not have your baby anymore? Oh, the sweet sweet angst...

But honestly, my brain doesn't always see a request and think it takes place in the digital world. Some of my writings don't take place in the digital world so much as just having everyone not look human and just take place in the real world. Basically just scrapping the digital aspect and it's just a freaky weird world where weird shit happens. (Which is why in that writing the surroundings are vague on if it's the circus or the "real" world.)

But yeah, I feel like any sort of magical data hocus pocus of pregnancy would result in an AI baby because there is no human equivalent in the system. Kinda feels like build-a-bear but for babies... build-a-baby... Or the sims... but build-a-baby sounds funnier.

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Okok so how many eyes does Rhett have- it’s for science 👁️👁️

Seven eyes! I'm not an artist and it's not really good but I did a doodle something for reference. It's not great, but here's basically what Rhett's "head" looks like. The central eye is the "main" eye, and the other six keep their position but can look around as well and depending on his emotion also open/close, squint etc. The "bottom" eye is the one often used as his "mouth", aka the little kiss scene in the sick fic I wrote. It's also worth mentioning that one eye is intentionally upside down.

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Gangle, Pomni & Ragatha (+ Zooble) comforting their s/o with period cramp pains (SFW & NSFW)

CW// blood (vaginal), implied fingering, masturbating for cramp relief, mentioned chest, use of the words boobs/tiddies, oral, mentioned/implied eating someone out while on their period, there is no use of the words vagina, cunt or pussy. As bland as it sounds I only used the word "bits" and the phrase "going down" A/N: While the reader is mentioned to be on their period, there are no female pronouns used, I wanted to keep it open so anyone could read it. That said there are SFW and NSFW parts, if you don't like any of the content warnings above it's best to just avoid the NSFW parts period... pun unintended.

Gangle 🎭

SFW

Knows exactly what you’re going through—well mostly knows what you’re going through. It varies from person to person after all.

She’s got the heating pad and snacks ready and is practically glued to you. Quite literally, she’ll wrap her ribbons around you.

Gangle might even try and see if she can use her ribbons to create a massaging-like action for your tummy.

If not she’s more than happy to use her hands to rub your tummy anyways, if that’s something that helps you.

She’s not really sure what to do but she’s eager to help you, even if that just means lazing around with you. She’s got herself wrapped around you and resting her head on your shoulder. Cuddles have to count for something, even if they don’t help the pain.

Both of you need to eat, but she doesn't wanna part from you, she's gotten too comfy... but you're really craving something she cooks. Oh, she can do that for you! Easy peasy.

NSFW

Gangle’s heard that an orgasm can help cramps (aka she knows firsthand that they can) so she’s more than fine giving you a hand.

If anything she’s a little too eager to give you a hand, there’s just something different about it. Maybe it’s the sensitivity or your brain chemicals, who knows? All she knows is it’s hot and she likes it.

The moment you give her the okay she’s already got a towel down and a pack of wet wipes nearby—almost like she planned it. Hmm, okay missy, lil sus.

If you’re someone who’s okay having their chest touched and is sensitive Gangle loves to rub her face into your chest, especially wrapping a ribbon around one of them and just squeezing them.

In the beginning Gangle’s too embarrassed to go down on you while you’re bleeding, but after a while and thinking about it she’s not completely against it. Though it does make quite a mess of her mask, it’s mostly just little licks while her fingers are in you.

Gangle’s never thought about having sex while either of you were like this, she’d have to think about it for next time.

Pomni 🃏

SFW

Pomni gets awful cramps so she knows exactly what you’re struggling with. But if you don’t get awful body-jerking cramps? She’s envious, shit makes moving and doing anything such a pain.

She feels for you, she really does—she’s already stumbling around to find a heating pad. Oh, do you need pain meds? Water? Snacks?

Initially, she’s not inclined to wanna really get all touchy with you, after all, if she dislikes being touched on a normal day, on her period? She doesn’t like anyone touching her. In fact, don’t even look or breathe in her direction.

If you ask her to rub your tummy she will though, she’ll just be asking every five minutes if that’s too much pressure or too little. Oh, can you point to where again?

Similarly to Gangle, she’s unsure what else to do, but she’s more than ready to just be lazy with you, maybe watch a movie or TV show?

Pomni isn't one to cook...like at all...so ordering food is probably no different than normal, except she lets you pick where you guys eat and if you want a bonus treat she'll buy it. She craves chocolate when she's on her period, even though she dislikes chocolate.

NSFW

Similar to Gangle she’s aware of the whole orgasm to help with cramps—she’s never done it though because she’s usually too in pain. The blood doesn’t really bother her for whatever reason…

That said if you really wanted her help it’d take a bit of asking but she’d cave. If you are in as much pain as she can be and if you’re sure it’ll help, anything to give you some relief.

Unlike regular sex this is different—it’s not sex. It’s not really even sexy so to speak, it’s just her helping you… Well, okay it’s a little sexy hearing you moan and all that.

If you’re someone who’s okay having their chest touched and is sensitive, Pomni’s got a bit of a thing for boobs—and with your permission will definitely give them some added attention.

In the beginning, she’s not particularly keen on the idea of putting her mouth down there while your bleeding. She might try it once or twice, similarly to Gangle it’s mainly just her tongue on the less bleedy bits. Pomni’s more for kissing and biting the areas nearby, like your thighs for example.

Pomni’s not repulsed, but the idea of having quite literal bloody sex isn’t exactly ideal for her.

Ragatha 🎀

SFW

She’s had a fair share of period cramps and knows exactly what to do when you come to her. Or rather she hears you groaning and moaning first.

Ragatha doesn’t even have to ask what’s wrong, she shows up with water, pain meds, and a heating pad and gets you set up.

With your permission, you don’t even have to ask her to rub your stomach. She actually likes sitting with you lying against her while she rubs your stomach. It’s a sweet little bonding experience.

Ragatha is more than ready to settle in and take care of you—though she really does have chores to do—but you are in so much pain she just can’t ditch you…

She’ll let you order junk food, it’s not great but neither of you is in any position to cook—well she can but she’d rather be cuddled up with you. Ordering food it is.

NSFW

Unlike the other two, Ragatha’s never really paid much attention to whether an orgasm would actually help—sure she gets some painful cramps at times but she’s sort of just gotten used to powering through it.

She’s skeptical but willing to help you, like Gangle she’ll get a towel and wet wipes, at first she kinda doesn’t wanna look but oh hey she looked. It’s not gross obviously, though it definitely feels a little different.

Ragatha gets a little into it, and by that I mean she likes to give you little kisses here and there while checking in that nothing’s hurting, that she’ll stop the second you tell her to.

If you’re someone who’s okay having their chest touched and is sensitive—she’ll take advantage of that to help get you closer. Whoops where’d your shirt go? No clue, oh hey look, tiddies.

Ragatha’s a bit more mature than the others with some experience under her belt, so there’s the likelihood she’s at least done this once—and boy howdy, she really looks good in red… Seeing a response like that? She’s a little more inclined to do this a little more often, I mean, if it helps of course.

Unlike with the others, there’s a higher chance of this potentially leading to actual sex—it really all depends on how you feel and how worked up she gets.

Zooble ➰

SFW

Unlike the others, Zooble finds you curled up with a heating pad, pain pills, and water already in your possession.

It actually takes a fair bit of asking Zooble to rub your stomach before they do it—carefully with one hand cause you know—the claw. But they’ll do it if it helps they guess.

It’s probably not very noticeable on their face, but Zooble hates seeing you groan in pain. Is there like, a snack or something you want? Like, it won’t help the pain but maybe it’ll give you some psychological relief? Who knows.

Zooble doesn’t mind in the slightest just sitting there with you rubbing your stomach or trying to distract you by talking about something at random.

I can’t see Zooble cooking, so with you out of commission and them, not a great cook, they’ll likely wanna order out—you want pizza? Ain’t that greasy? Oh, it’ll help? Uh, whatever you say.

NSFW

Zooble’s never heard of an orgasm to help with cramp pains—it sounds like some bullshit Jax would make up, to be completely honest. Did Jax tell you that? Oh, it’s real? Oh, uh…

They aren’t saying no, but they aren’t saying yes when it comes to helping you. They’ve only got one hand and it’s kind of hard to clean it when—yeah okay can they just use a toy on you? Is that fine?

Zooble isn’t disgusted per se, especially if the two of you have had sex before. It’s just…a little weird. How are you not uncomfortable? Does this not hurt or feel weird to you?

If you’re someone who’s okay having their chest touched and is sensitive, Zooble is more comfortable touching the rest of you than your bleeding bits. Again they’ll help with a toy but if they can help by playing with your chest then they’ll try and focus on that just a tad more.

No, Zooble loves you, but they will not put their mouth near your bits. Not to mention it’s not particularly comfortable for either of you, their head isn’t made for being between thighs. Jokes aside, Zooble is the only one completely unwilling to go down on you when you’re bleeding.

It doesn’t take a genius to see that this won’t lead to sex—ever. Again it’s not that you gross them out it’s just… not their thing.

#tadc #the amazing digital circus #the amazing digital circus x reader #pomni x reader #tadc pomni #pomni #gangle x reader #tadc gangle #gangle #tadc ragatha #ragatha #ragatha x reader #zooble x reader #tadc zooble #zooble

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Imagine inviting a member of the Circus (as your s/o) to your family get together for the holidays.... (pardon all the typos. I'm not on my computer. This was just a fun little thing I thought of)

Pomni is anxious to not only meet more of your family but also at getting stuck in a potentially large crowd of people. Poor woman is too anxious to meet almost any of your family, she tries having a good time for your sake though. That said, she's glued to you all night. You're the only familiar face and her comfort while here.

Kinger being...well Kinger, he'd probably get along with the older members of your family depending your own age. Some family members might worry about you with someone...older. But I can definitely see him being a big hit with any younger family members, particularly kiddos.

Gangle was excited to meet more of your extended family but also stupidly nervous that you had to give her this big pep talk in the car before coming in. It definitely takes a bit before she's comfortable with your extended family, but honestly, it's hard not to love her. (There's definitely some comment by a family member about when you guys will be adding to the family...)

Ragatha is probably one of the better options to invite to family holiday stuff. She's got a good customer service persona to push herself through it until she realizes she doesn't need it. She's already met some of your family, and they are easily warming up to her. (There's definitely another family members comment about kids, probably a shitty uncle or aunt.)

Zooble being...Zooble... like they weren't forced to come, but they definitely don't enjoy the crowd, similarly to Pomni. But like they love you and not all of your family is bad, it's just noisy. When not around you, Zooble is probably around the more quiet family members, like a laid-back dad or grandparent, etc. Zooble's lowkey here for just you and the food.

Jax....Oh Jax... it's brave of you to think this man is family-friendly. Sure, he's not gonna make the worst impression, but he's definitely gonna leave an impression. He'll be on his best behaviour for your family, but the moment nobody's looking, he's teasing you, take that in any context you will. If he doesn't kill you with the teasing and stress of getting caught, you're gonna kill him yourself.

Now you're probably asking, "What about Caine?"... What about him? He's an AI. What do you really wanna show up with a tablet and be all "this is my boyfriend"? Mhm, see how well that goes for ya. Pretending he's not an AI, he'd definitely be loud and entertaining, that's for sure, adult and kids he's got something to distract you with. Out of all of them, he'd 100% be the happiest to be there with you and your family. He's gonna have a very midwest style leaving... aka, it takes hours before you two actually leave.

#tadc #the amazing digital circus #the amazing digital circus x reader #jax x reader #pomni x reader #caine x reader #ragatha x reader #kinger x reader #zooble x reader #gangle x reader

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jax with a fem! rabbit reader pregnant of his litter of 6 bunnies (3 boys and 3 girls) and everything went well with y/n and the lil bunnies who are at the moment blind, hairless and deaf...

warning(s): it's honestly just some soft new dad Jax note(s): Since they aren't actual bunnies I didn't really include the blind and deaf part, but they are very much hairless. They are baby-sized though, I blame a fanart I saw once with Jax and his lil mini-copy babies and had to draw inspo from it. Also not mentioned but Jax was just being a lil shit, some of the kits do take after you. A/N: You can't tell me Jax (even as a joke) wouldn't try and name his kids after himself in some horrible manner.

Exhaustion still rang high even after a quick nap, popping out six babies would do that to you you suppose. You’d caught a decent glimpse at all the kits when they were cleaned up but once everything was done and clean and you were taken care of, you conked right out.

You woke to hushed whispers and a few cries, no doubt one of the kits being fussy. If anything you are amazed Jax has kept them so quiet—that or you were in a deep sleep. Probably the latter.

“Who’s being fussy?”

Jax mumbled a silent ‘fuck’, he didn’t mean to wake you, even if it wasn’t directly him who woke you. “I got ‘em, babe, you just rest.” He scooped up the fussy kit in question, giving them a gentle rock to try and soothe them.

“They’re probably hungry..” You moved to sit up and Jax rushed over to shove pillows behind you. “Hand ‘em over…”

He hesitated, so far it was just the one, but if they kept crying it was only a matter of time before the others did too. Jax carefully handed the kit over and simply watched you begin to breastfeed like it was nothing—not that you didn’t have practice with someone on your—

“I can practically hear you staring at my chest.” You gently ran your finger over the kit’s cheek while they fed, finally having a moment to really look over your little munchkins.

They looked like an exact copy of Jax, sans the thicker coat of fur, but you already knew they’d have to grow into it. Lightly tinted lilac skin and cute little ears tucked away, and if their eyes were opened there was little doubt they’d also have his eyes. “I carried these suckers for months, don’t tell me they all look like you.” You teased.

Jax snickered, perching himself on the edge of the bed to watch the two of you. Fuck, he was not prepared for just how beautiful you looked with his offspring. Sure you looked amazing when you were pregnant, that big ol’ belly was something he could see you wearing again in the future, but now? There was something breathtaking about seeing you holding a baby, his baby. And there were six of those little boogers.

“Sorry toots, these handsome genes are just too strong.” He ran a hand over his head, swiping his ears back before they sprung back up.

“Ugh,” you groaned, “that would be my luck. At least I didn’t get rug burn.”

The two of you share a quiet giggle at the joke before the kit pushes away from your chest. You burp the kit and not a moment after Jax takes them from you, laying them back down with their siblings.

“So I know we were struggling for names… and since they all took after me. I thought we could name them all after me.”

Coming up with six names had been a difficult task, but you did have a list—he was just being a little shit for the sake of seeing you smile.

“We are not naming our kids ‘Jax’.” You know he’s kidding but that doesn’t make the image any less scary, or stupid. Imagine Christmas with six little Jax’s and trying to differentiate all those damn presents.

He scoffed playfully. “Nah, there can only be one Jax. I was thinking Jaxson—” you let out a snort, “then there’s Jaxica, Jaxcella—”

“We are not naming them like that, oh my god.” Jax sat beside you with a playful pout and threw his arms carefully around you. “There will be no Jax-themed naming, at least give me one thing since they all look like mini yous.”

“Fiiiiine..” he groaned. “Guess I could be persuaded to let you name them all.” You lay your head on his shoulder, looking up at him curiously. “For a kiss.”

“Really? Our children’s names are on the line for a kiss? Avoiding years of future bullying by having the same Jax-themed names all boils down to one kiss?” What a goober. “You drive a hard bargain. Deal.”

The smile on your face is all he really needs, seeing you exhausted and stressed earlier made him annoyed for you. The nurses were stupid and making you more stressed than you needed to be—being a pain in your ass was his job, not theirs. Hell, he nearly decked someone earlier for upsetting you.

You nudged your face against him, he’d spaced out, and if you knew this man you knew he was no doubt thinking about something unnecessary. “Whatever it is isn’t important.”

“You’re very important, and so are those six little wrinkly nuggets.” he huffed. Leaning down he kissed you, it was gentle and sweet, like he was afraid of hurting you. Cute.

“That’s right I didn’t get to see, was the doctor right?”

“Three boys and three girls.”

You let out a groan, picturing all the future sit-downs and explanations you’d have to give to the girls and boys about heaven knows what. “You potty train the boys, I got the girls.”

“Deal.” He quickly spat out.

The two of you sat there quietly, just watching six little chests rise and fall until Jax cleared his throat catching your attention.

“I know it’s a ways off, but wanna really embarrass the kids by you giving the boys the sex talk and I’ll give the girls the period talk?”

You slapped his chest with your free hand, the other coming up to stifle your laughter. “Oh my god, you are awful.”

“I’m not hearing a no.” he hummed.

“We’ll see, periods can be embarrassing and sensitive I don’t want you—”

He rolled his eyes. “I’m not actually gonna be a dick, sheesh… I’m wounded you’d think I’d mess with my own kids—”

“You would.”

Jax pouted, giving you a little playful shake before dropping the topic as a whole. Yeah, he’d definitely prank his own kids—but that wasn’t until later on, he had to soak up all this cute baby shit for now.

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Yo do you have any like clothing refs for Rhett? I’m curious what kind of style he’d have

I can't draw so all I have is a Pinterest board of outfit ideas. I can 100% for a fact say the outfit he arrived in is tucked away in his closet (it's too colourful for him). But his fashion style falls more along the line of dark academia, here's some of the pins on his board.

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Under the Weather

Rhett (tadc OC) x Sick Reader

warning(s): none, just sweet cute shit A/N: I forget how we got on the topic, but my friend and I were chatting about a sick reader and Rhett feeding them soup and this... was just so fucking funny to me I had to write it. His first debut and I'm already bullying him, I'm sorry my dear. (Also hehe, the reader got a lil virus, you poor baby)

“A-a-achoo!”

A dribble of snot ran down your face and was quickly wiped up with a tissue. “I know you caught a little bug, but I’m starting to think it might be a bigger bug than Caine anticipated.”

“Nuh-uh..” You sniffled, gently batting his hand away to take the tissue. After blowing the gunk away and bundling the tissue up, Rhett extended his hand. Your face scrunched up in disgust at the idea of putting your snot-filled tissue into his hand. “I’ll be fine.”

Rhett looked you up and down, taking in your disheveled appearance. “Clearly.” You gave a weak swat to him and he easily caught your hand, stealing the icky tissue and tossing it in the bin. “How about you lay here and rest, and I make you a nice bowl of hot soup, yes? It’ll help soothe your throat, give you something light in your tummy, and help get all that icky snot out.”

Some soup did sound pretty good right now. You aren’t sure about how well it would help. The bug part was quite literal after all, so unless that soup had some magical bug-be-gone data in it, it wouldn’t do any good. But your boyfriend was being such a gentleman and it was clear as day that he wanted to take care of you—like he always did.

Maybe you’d humor him this one time and let him pamper you.

“Okay,” his center eye widened in surprise, you usually put up a fight.

“Okay?” he repeated.

“You can make me some soup and I’ll lay back and rest.”

The pupils in two of Rhett’s eyes turned into hearts, doing a silly little side-to-side dance before returning to normal. It was weird when you first saw it, his eyes acting so independently from one another—as if they had a mind of their own. Until it happened again, and it only took a bit of piecing together that it was a happy reaction.

With a lack of face to show his emotions, his eyes would quite literally be the windows to his soul—and emotions.

You still aren’t very proficient at reading him very well though.

He moved the tissue box closer and pulled the blankets up and under your chin, tucking you in. “I’ll be back before you know it.” The lower eye closed as he leaned down, giving you his version of a pseudo kiss.

Rhett left, leaving you alone in bed with the lights dimmed.

You drifted on and off until the sound of the door woke you up, your boyfriend’s body creating an unsettling headless shadow that nearly startled you. Still getting used to that.

“Ah, I’m sorry did I wake you, dear?” One hand held a bowl of soup while the other closed the door behind him before making his way toward your bed. “I tried to be quick, but you know Bubble trying to help only to further prove a nuisance.”

A hoarse little giggle left you before making you cough. “Yeah, that sounds like him.”

He set the soup aside and sat on the bed, fluffing pillows up behind you before helping you settle into them. Once you sunk back into the pillows he simply sat there for a moment, taking in how cute you looked before snapping out of it. Right, soup first, admire later.

Rhett grabbed the soup, stirring it before lifting the spoon full of broth. A classic chicken noodle soup, if your nose can be relied enough on to go based on smell alone. He held the spoon up ready to blow on it and froze, was something wrong? You whisper his name, throat too sore.

The spoon was placed back into the bowl and brought back up, he froze again and all several eyes stared intently at the spoon in hand. Each eye was wide, staring at the spoon as if it threatened to kill his dog.

“Rhett…?” He was starting to worry you now. “You don’t have to feed me I can—”

“N-nonsense..! It’s still hot after all.” he cleared his throat, central eye focused on you while the other continued to stare intently at the spoon. “I-I’m sorry my love, I.. I seem to have made a slight miscalculation.”

“Miscalculation?” You sat up slowly, using the pillows as a crutch, and glanced at the seemingly normal bowl of soup. “What’s wrong with it? Did Bubble do something?”

“N-no..” Rhett shifted uncomfortably when your gaze moved from the soup to him. Lowering the bowl to his lap he looked away in a way that could only be conveyed as nervously. “I wished to feed you the soup but.. it’s hot..”

“Well yeah,” you grumble, clearing your throat. “It’s soup, fresh soup… it’s gonna be hot. I don’t—”

Hot soup. Feeding you. His words repeat in your head again and again, he wanted to feed you but it was too hot—oh. That poor baby couldn’t blow on the soup.

“I-I can feed myself, it’s okay!” You push forward and reach for the bowl just for Rhett to pull it just out of reach. “Sweetie, it’s okay. Really.”

Rhett doesn’t look at you, in fact, none of his eyes are looking remotely in your direction. He didn’t think this out—he of all people didn’t have the foresight to realize the error in his romantic gesture. He failed to take into consideration that with no mouth it meant he couldn’t simply blow on the hot soup before feeding you every spoonful.

While Rhett was having his moment, you cautiously took the bowl from his hands and set it on the side table. One eye flicked to you before immediately looking away, okay so he was slightly aware despite having his little realization.

He moved before you could, turning his back to you and face-planting directly into the bed sheets. You expect his groans to be muffled but they aren’t, he’s just groaning and muttering to himself along the lines of ‘how stupid’ he is.

It’s a little dramatic but he is a romantic. So he puts his heart into everything when it pertains to you or the ones he cares about. But you can’t help but find a bit of joy in his torment, the usual big-hearted gentleman reduced to whines and groans all because he couldn’t blow on your soup.

What a fuckin goober, god you love him.

“Rhett… Look at me.” He groaned, refusing to move from his little self-pity moment. “At least give me one eye?” Another groan but this time one of his eyes looked your way. It was creepy watching the eye completely rotate around like that, at least he did what you asked.

“You know I don’t think less of you for this right? Not being able to blow on my soup, it’s not the end of the world.”

“I know dear, I just—it was such a perfect plan. Spoon feeding you soup until you were full, then watching you get sleepy with a full tummy.” Was he describing a kitten or a person? “Then I’d just climb in bed with you and hold you close and keep watch while you rested. It was supposed to be perfect,” he whined.

You rolled your eyes, fully aware of the singular squinting eye judging your eye-roll. “So one little thing went wrong, I can still eat the soup on my own—” he whined, “fine you can feed me, I’ll blow on my soup and we can cuddle afterward. It’s not completely ruined.”

Rhett lifted his head slightly. “It’s only ruined if you let it be ruined.” You added.

“Fine… I suppose that’s an acceptable agreement.”

A convenient tickle hits your throat causing you to cough, Rhett leaps up nearly knocking you back in the process only to steady you. “I’m sorry, your throat must feel awful. Here.” The soup is back in his hands in no time, by this point the soup should’ve cooled down enough to render blowing on it pointless.

The first few spoonfuls are consumed messily, Rhett wiping up every dribble with a napkin before carefully feeding you more. By the bottom of the bowl, you felt stuffed, the soup was light, more focused on the broth than the noodles and you were grateful for it.

He gave your mouth another gentle pat of a napkin before setting the bowl aside. You lied down with his help, getting snuggled under the blankets before patting the spot beside you. Rhett hesitated before removing his shoes, slipping under the blankets with you.

You let him get comfortable before practically draping yourself over him, laying half on him with your leg thrown over his. He made your bed look tiny with his taller body, but managed to easily lift you and scoot himself further into your bed. If you were going to use him as your mattress he wanted to ensure that neither he nor you would risk falling off.

Not that he’d let you of course. You were going to rest and he was going to keep a vigilant eye—eyes, out while you rested.

Rhett let a hand idly rub at your back, his central eye gazing down at you. “Rest easy my dear. You’ll feel better in no time.”

#tadc #the amazing digital circus #the amazing digital circus x reader #the amazing digital circus oc #tadc oc #tadc original character #original character x reader #rhett oc x reader #tadc rhett (oc)

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BRUH. WHAT IS THAT BANNER IMAGE, AND I LOVE IT

IT BELONGS IN A MUSEUM, I CAN'T REMEMBER HOW THE JOKE STARTED BUT I MADE IT FOR MYSELF. AND I NEEDED TO SHOW IT OFF.

I also made a few other versions for a couple of friends for shits and giggles. Making silly little things like that always gives me a good laugh :3

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You have a tadc oc??? I need details!!

Ahhh! I do! I'm trying to figure out how I want to introduce him! It's my plan to write for him both with characters but also for reader inserts because I think he'd be really fun to write for :3

I'm not sure where to begin but lskjdflks here's a lil somethin' somethin' I suppose!

His name is Rhett! He named himself and his nickname is Eye Spy and Googly Eyes, likely both given by Jax. He's a tall guy and instead of a head, he's literally just like an object head except its floating eyes. A main one and six others that just float around the main one.

He's basically a shitload of eye-related puns, even his name is a pun. I love him so much, I get so excited over this goober.

I have this big dumb doc written up with basic info and a bunch of fun facts I'm proud of 😊

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