#tw breakdowns | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

butterfly-writer · 1 year

Note

I noticed u watch arcane and Bnha perfect I had request

may I request a Bakugou x fem reader where reader based on jinx from arcane has similar abilities as her. Like maybe in past like middle school Bakugou used to bully her badly to point she called her mean rude names a jinx kinda reader felt worthless and had breakdowns kinda similar the episode of arcane since I kinda inspired by that maybe she went missing and later becomes psychotic villain that bakugou made her to be and Bakugou regrets his actions and tries to reason with her but she too far gone I hope this makes sense I kinda love jinx charcter Aslo if ok to add those like inner thought that jinx (has like scribbles idk how to describe it in the show ) has from her trauma like for reader when she those moments due to bakugou tramua her Sorry if this seem too much if unable to do it understand I just hope this makes sense

Jinx!

Bakugou x Fem!Reader

Summary: A little victim of Bakugou’s bullying came back for revenge. A sickening revenge.

★☽A/N: I’M SORRY BUT THIS IS SUCH A GOOD REQUEST- LIKE- WOW!! This may be the longest fanfic I have ever done! I just love the concept <33

Contents: Angst - mentions of breakdowns - bullying - harsh words

Y/N’s quirk: Arcanna (Allows the user to create crystal-like balls that can be used to boost the user’s stats, power up weapons (Like guns), and can be used as explosives when crushed.)

· • —– ٠ ✡ ٠ —– • ·

“Yeah Katsuki! Show her what you can do!” A boy encourages as he and another friend watch the blonde blasting explosions at a girl with H/C hair. “Stop! Please!!” The girl begged but the boy wouldn’t stop. “Look at her! Such bad luck.” A boy laughed, “HAHA!! Like a jinx! Hey- Let’s give her a new nickname!” The other said. “Heh, Jinx? I like that nickname.” The blonde smirked, grabbing the girl’s hair to face him. “Your name is Jinx, alright? You have such bad luck, you’re probably the reason why you’re an orphan. I think Jinx fits you well.” The boy smirked, the girl was scared, unable to say anything. “She accepted it so easily! How pathetic!!” The brunette boy laughed, the other joining in beating her up.

Suddenly there was a voice that got the bullies attention, “Hey!! Stop bullying her!” The blonde, Katsuki, turned around to see his childhood “friend” Izuku. “Deku! You want a beating too?” He asked with a grin. “If you don’t stop! I’ll- I’ll tell on you!” The timid boy stuttered. “Tch, c’mon Katsuki.” One of them said, Katsuki scoffed before kicking the girl one more time and walked away with his gang.

The boy quickly ran towards the beaten up girl, asking her if she was okay in a panicked voice. "Do you need to go to the nurse??" He asked but to no response, the girl just looked at the ground with a blank face, as if she accepted her fate. That she was nothing but a jinx.

Everyday for the past middle school years, she has been bullied by Katsuki Bakugou and his gang after they learned that she was an orphan. She was beaten up, called a jinx, always having bad luck following her. Even worse, she started to have mental issues, always being seen talking to herself or having a panicked look in her eyes. She practically accepted her fate, getting bullied and having bad luck following her.

Her orphanage tried to get the treatment she needed but to no avail, she was just.. unable to be fixed. She suddenly began to have breakdowns in class, but no one helped. Everyone simply viewed her as a freak. It was just a matter of time before she was taken out of school. Bakugou and his gang didn't have their little toy anymore and so they started to bully Deku for being quirkless. When the girl started attending the school in their second year, Deku was able to avoid getting bullied. However, by the time she pulled out of school at the start of their third year, Katsuki and his friends had turned their attention to the poor, timid boy.

When the two boys were accepted into U.A, it was a huge turn around for Deku, finally being able to become the hero he always wanted to be! If only she could achieve that with him. Katsuki was only fueled with rage, angered that he was not the only one that was accepted. He had Deku pinned to the wall with an angered look, demanding to know how he got accepted, along the lines of “Did you bribe them?!” But it wasn’t true, Deku had worked hard after receiving One For All and he got in with his own efforts, with the help of All Might.

Weeks have passed since middle school ended. He has been putting in a lot of effort in U.A with his new classmates and making new friends, growing closer every day. He continues to make attempts to get in touch with his middle school friend Y/N L/N, but the orphanage says that she ran away a few months after dropping out of middle school. He tried looking for her but failed. He eventually admitted defeat and gave up trying to find her.

Little did he know, he would be seeing her soon.

—

It was the day the students were gonna learn about rescue. They all had to take the bus to the U.S.J because it was farther from the main building. Everyone was already outside with their hero costumes, except Deku who had his gear and his PE uniform instead of his costume. “Hey Deku, aren’t they your gym clothes?” Uraraka asked, walking up to Deku. “Where is your costume?” She asked, pointing at his clothes, “Ah, it got ruined during the battle training, so they’re repairing it for me.” He embarrassingly said.

Everyone was then ordered by Iida to go inside the bus to begin the journey to the U.S.J

By the time they arrived, they were greeted by the pro hero No.13!! The students were in awe of the hero as the hero explained the meaning behind the name of “U.S.J!!” The students were so excited to be learning how to rescue others but villains had other plans..

Suddenly, the lights started electrifying and turning off which made the students look up. And then the fountain water flowed intermittently and a big misty purple portal materialized out of nowhere. Villains had appeared. The students thought it was part of an exercise but Aizawa said otherwise.

As the problems began to increase, a light blue ashy haired man and a joyful looking girl with H/C watched the chaos that had occurred by their arrival. “Hey, Shiggy! Can I maybe play with a certain blonde?~” The girl asked with an excited smile, “Do what you want, you mentally unstable child.” Shigaraki sighed, the girl smiled happily by his approval, “Giri!! Help me out here!” She called out to the misty man, “Of course, Jinx.” The misty bartender nodded before opening one of his portals for her. “Thank you!!” She thanked before skipping inside the portal and arriving in the Ruins Zone.

—

A blonde and a red haired boy were fighting off the goons that were sent into the zone with them, easily defeating them all with the blonde calling them all weak and even attacked one of them that were trying to sneak behind him with an explosion, And just as they were gonna go, a portal appeared in front of them, “Another extra! Fine, bring it on!!” He grinned, both of them positioning themselves to attack this anonymous attacker.

A girl with H/L H/C hair with a steampunk themed outfit waltzes right out before the portal closes. The red haired boy dashed towards the enemy and just as he was gonna take a hit, the villain swiftly dodged the attack and pulled out a makeshift gun and shot him with an electric shot. The boy quickly recovered and ran back into action, catching the villain off guard and managing to hold her in place, “Bakugou! Quick, take a hit!” The boy, Kirishima, called out but the boy stayed frozen, taking recognition from the villain’s E/C eyes that were tinted in bright pink.

“Bakugou!!” Kirishima yelled again which took Bakugou out of his frozen state and he quickly got back in action, blasting a powerful explosion towards the red head’s direction, managing to take a hit. Kirishima pounced back, siding with Bakugou as they waited for the villain’s next move. “Haha… I miss that heat! Did ya miss me, Kacchan?~” The H/C girl chuckled, slowly lifting her head up to show her glowing pink E/C eyes.Bakugou’s eyes widened as he finally remembered who she was.

“Y/N..?” He muttered softly, “Y/N? No no, it’s Jinx! Remember? You made me who I am today!” She laughed. “Oi, this must be some sick joke, I thought you wanted to be a hero!” He yelled out, “Heroes wouldn’t want an unstable student to be a hero, All For One helped me see that.” She smiled, creating a small crystal and smashed it onto the ground, “Bakugou, watch out!” Kirishima yelled before a F/C explosion engulfed the 3 people.

When the smoke cleared out, the girl stared at Kirishima who was protecting Bakugou with his body. Y/N looked at this with an angered and distorted look, scribbles were all around her, scribbling everything around her. Voices in her head started to talk, along the lines, “Monster!” “Freak!” “Jinx!!” And there were scribbles all along the boys’ faces. She was engulfed in a feeling of rage and sadness.

The boys finally recovered and looked at the distressed villain. Bakugou quickly blasted towards her, taking the opportunity as she was distracted, oh so he thought.

The girl noticed and quickly blasted her gun towards him, an electric feeling shook his body. “Have you gone weak?! You are so pathetic!” She mocked, walking towards him but a red head blocked her from doing so.

She managed to hold them off in the zone when All Might appeared. By the time All Might defeated the nomu, a portal appeared in front of her. “Oh? I guess it’s my time to go! It was lovely seeing you, Kacchan!” She smiled, walking into the portal before the two students could hit her.

“Until we meet again~”

· • —– ٠ ✡ ٠ —– • ·

182 notes · View notes

shamelessler · 1 year

Text

Small

fandom: we bare bears

regressor!ice bear

⚠️VERY strong tw for implied sexual assault, break downs/panic attacks, and impure regression.⚠️ if you need to talk after reading this my dms are always open<3

_______________________

"What are we doing in here?" Ice bear whispered.

"Shh, you'll see." She hastily began tugging at her clothes.

Ice bear shakily pulled to free his arms, "Stop."

"Oh come on, big guy. You like it."

Ice bears heart skipped a beat. She didn't get it.

"No, Ice bear...shouldn't be doing this."

"Please, lets be naughty for once."

"Brothers are home."

"You have no idea how long I've waited for this."

He recalled the advents from the last hour. What could he have done to prevent that? He didn't know that her intention was to...He pulled himself from his thoughts and rushed over to Grizz's room, unsure of what to do.

He felt like a cub again, scared and confused, not knowing what to do so going to the only thing he knew for comfort. He creaked the door open slightly and was a little comforted to see Grizz sleeping there peacefully. He crept in, gently shaking Grizz.

"Mmph...Wh..Lil bro?" Grizz stared up at him with confusion then sat up quickly when he saw his younger brothers face.

"Woah woah, whats the matter? Sit down." Grizz instructed.

Ice bear sat down on the end of Grizz's bed as Grizz stared wide eyed at him.

"Do you feel like talking about it?" Grizz asked slowly.

Ice bear shook his head, feeling tears welling up in his eyes. Before he could stop them, they began cascading down his furry cheeks and Grizz grew even more worried.

"Oh...Hey bud, do you want a hug?" Grizz asked with uneasiness in his tone but before he even finished he felt a slim body slam into his and he wrapped his arms around the smaller figure and felt Ice bears head rest on his shoulder.

Grizz could hardly bare to hear the little sniffles. He rubbed circles onto his back, hoping it was comforting. Over time his younger brothers crying grew silent and Grizz finally pulled away, looking over his brothers shameful face.

"Are you okay?" Grizz asked quietly, trying not to set him off again.

Ice bear shook his head. Grizz panicked silently, this had never happened before. He knew what to do for Panda, but for little bro?

He looked into Ice bear's teary eyes and took his paw, "Come on, bud. Let's go get some water." Ice bear followed behind him as Grizz led him to the kitchen.

Ice bear managed to get a cup of water down.

"Do you wanna sleep in my room tonight in case something happens?" Grizz asked, expecting a no, but was surprised when Ice bear nodded slowly.

Grizz began walking back to his room but felt a paw wrap around his and he looked back to see his younger brother. He looked so small, so innocent.

Grizz couldn't help but see him as a cub again. Grizz gave him a reasuring smile and held his hand tightly as they made their way to Grizz's bedroom together.

"Alright then, if you need anything else just give me a nudge." Grizz said gently, getting into bed and letting out a small sigh of relief when he felt Ice bear cuddle up next to him.

He seemed so vulnerable, so innocent, so...small. It was almost as if- Oh. This was one of those rare occasions when his younger brother turned into his baby brother.

It wasn't often this happened so Grizz promised he'd make his baby brother feel little and happy by any means neccisary.

Grizz awoke to the sound of crying. His heart skipped a beat and he turned over to his side to see his baby brother curled up into a ball facing away from him and shaking. It scared Grizz to see how quickly his usually stoic brother turned into a little sniffling cub. It made Grizz wonder what had happened to make Ice bears walls come down that fast. He'd never seen this side of him. Grizz's insticts kicked in and he quickly went to touch Ice bears shoulder but flinched away when Ice bear jolted from the touch and spiraled into deeper sobs.

Grizz pulled his paw towards himself and searched his mind for something that could help his baby brother. His eyes lit up when he thought about the "baby box" he made for his baby brother when he first learned about his regression.

Ice bear was embarrassed at first when he first learned about it.

"Ice bear doesn't need all that..." He had insisted.

But Grizz knew it would help him some day. And today was that day.

Grizz gave his baby brother one last look before digging under his bed until his paw hit a cardboard box. He pulled it out from under the bed with haist and set dumped out its contents on top of the matress. Ice bear turned and looked at all the stuff with a small sniffle. His cheeks grew slightly red, but the crying stopped.

"I...I thought you might want this." Grizz explained shyly.

Ice bears eyes skimmed over the stuff in awe before his eyes stopped at a familiar penguin pacifier. His paw shakily reached out to pick up the paci and looked up at Grizz.

"Go ahead." Grizz encouraged gently.

Ice bears walls came crashing down and he let his pride go, putting the paci in his mouth and breathing a sigh of relief from the comfort he found in it.

Grizz let Ice bear take the time he needed to calm down and just sit with the paci. Eventually, Ice bear managed to get out of his own head and look up at Grizz with teary innocent eyes.

"Hey buddy...you wanna sleep some more?" Grizz asked.

Ice bear sat and stared for a while until he reached for something in the assortment of little gear. He pulled out a hardcover book titled "Photography of the Arctic" and his eyes sparked with excitement and he showed the book to Grizz.

"Oh, do you wanna look at it before bed?" Grizz asked, greatful that he was able to make his baby brother think about something other than the thing that was troubling him.

Ice bear nodded again before handing the book to Grizz and curling up next to him. Grizz opened the book and Ice bear was immediately put into a trance as he gazed at the pictures in awe.

Grizz enjoyed the book, not only because the pictures were beautiful, but his baby brothers reactions to them were priceless. He loved watching his eyes light up whenever he turned the page to see the next image. Before Grizz knew it, he'd turned the last page.

He looked back over to Ice bear to ask if he was sleepy yet before seeing that he'd already dozed off. It was a precious scene, Ice bears head had been resting on Grizz's shoulder as he gently sucked on the paci. Grizz observed with a soft smile, noticing every amazing detail about his baby brother, adoring him. He eventually noticed the way Ice bears arms were places, instictively reaching out to hold something.

Grizz looked to the pile of little gear at the foot of his bed, searching for a stuffie. His eyes soon landed on the raggedy seal plushie Panda had gotten for Ice bear when they'd learned of his regression.

It wasn't the prettiest stuffie, but Ice bear had showed so much love and care for the seal that he made it seem like the most valuble item that could ever be owned. Grizz made a grab for it, picking it up with the two of his feet, afraid to disturb Ice bear. The seal soon made the journey to Ice bears arms and he held it tightly.

Grizz let out a litte sigh of relief, wrapping his own arms loosely around Ice bear. All of his worries and pain melted away as he held his baby brother, and he soon drifted off to sleep with a content smile on his face.

________________________

A/N: i really like this one:)

sorry if this scared anyone though. if you need you can always come and talk to me, and if any littles saw this and got sad im soso sorry babies</3

#tw implied sa #tw breakdowns #tw panic attacks #tw impure regression #agere we bare bears #regressor ice bear #little ice bear #we bare bears #caregiver grizz #sfw agere community #weewooweewoo

24 notes · View notes

this-world-of-beautiful-monsters · 2 years

Text

repeating / that this loud silence is only where you live

Title taken from the poem Late Summer after a Panic Attack by Ada Limón.

Based on this amazing art by @leonsi (also known as leones)

Prompt: Never Enough

TMNT 2012.

(warnings for past panic attacks, mental health issues, breakdowns, trauma, crying, internalized ableism)

You can find the whole collection on AO3 here.

It's three in the morning, and a teapot’s screaming in the kitchen.

Donnie leans against the doorway, cup of coffee in hand, quietly regarding the brother standing over the teapot. Leo's mask is pulled around his face, exposing the bags under his eyes. His head is bowed over the coffee, gaze distant in a way that suggests bad dreams or little sleep or some combination thereof.

Donnie would know. He sees that combination in the mirror more times than he'd like to count.

"Hey," he says easily, not looking too long at his brother as he goes to sit at the table.

"Hey, yourself," Leo says after a beat, not looking at him.

There's a bruise on his brother's cheek, Donnie notices from where he'd banged his head against the floor after last night's...episode. The panic attack, he reminds himself firmly; good scientists don't prevaricate.

(the shaking, the crying, the terror in his brother's eyes, the way that Oroku Saki was dead twice over and haunted them still, that he loomed over Leo's shoulder and had settled in the folds of his brain and there was no amount of talking that would ever, ever get him out)

A panic attack. Another panic attack, and Donnie doesn't like thinking about how many times he or one of the others has had to talk Leo through this, had to teach him how to breathe, to hold him until the shaking in his limbs stopped. How many times this has happened, and they didn't even know, because Leo is the kind of bastard who would struggle through one by himself.

Leo had left, the way he sometimes does, had pulled away and hadn't been able to face any of them. And none of them had known what to do--it wasn't like they could force him to talk to them, could they --so they'd avoided talking about it the way they...just did, these days.

They'd watched him slink off to his room, and they'd listened to him sob through the door, and they hadn't known what to say when he shouted, "Go away." Because what can they say that doesn't feel rehashed, a stupid platitude that was lame before any of them even tried it? It gets better. You're strong. You are not alone. Such tired bullshit.

Because it's not just panic attacks, was it? It's jumping at sudden bangs or shouts, it's abruptly needing to have a clear line of vision through the room, it's the thing with snow and the thing with helmets and the thing with fucking Wolverine, on the absolute worst days. It's the story that they've heard rehashed in all its ugly glory, but one that keeps haunting them.

And Leo’s not the only one struggling, of course. It's Raph refusing to eat the worms he happily scarfed down as a child, no matter how hungry they get. It's Mikey not wanting to go swimming anymore. It's Donnie having to drag himself out of the lab and cling on to someone at random moments, desperate for the reminder that his skin is still his, it's still skin.

(Sometimes Donnie thinks they're suffocating down here, the four of them. Sometimes he thinks they're dying, or that they're dead and there's a reason that humans say Hell is below. Sometimes he thinks a lot of stupid things that he never would if he was fully rested and fully present and fully unable to remember the time the woman he loved ripped him to atoms)

But for all that, he knows that he can't leave, not right now. Because Leo needs him, or Donnie thinks he does, and in this moment, at least, he thinks he's strong enough to at least try and help.

So, he doesn't move as Leo turns with a cup of tea in hand and stares at him. From this angle, it's easier to see the faint redness on his brother's cheeks, the fact that he's been crying, the glisten that suggests he might start again soon.

Donnie wonders if he's going to run, but instead Leo sighs, with something approaching resignation, and plops down across from him. They regard each other in silence for what feels like a heartbeat and forever.

"It's not getting better," Leo says, without preamble. They both know what he's talking about.

"Technically, it is," Donnie says lamely. "According to my statistics, your attacks per year have decreased in--"

"But it's not stopping," Leo says, low and desperate. "I'm still jumpy and paranoid and I can't go out during a snowstorm, and I forget where I am again and again, and I can’t," He sucks in a breath, rubs at his eyes. "It's been years, Donnie!"

"You've dealt with a lot shit since then," Donnie points out, desperate not to completely slip into the comfortable embrace of Doctor Mode, but he's never found a better way to cope with the endless clusterfuck of their lives. "We all have--"

"You know what I mean," Leo snarls. "I, I should be better, shouldn't I?" His breath catches, hitches, and he growls as if angry at himself. "I need to be better."

Donnie bites his lip. "You've never lost it in a battle--"

"Yet." Leo tries to shake a sip of tea, but his hands are shaking, and he nearly drops the cup. "I thought he was in my room, you know. That's why I came out here. Because I can't, can't, can't, can't make myself remember that I'm safe, it's like my body's forgotten how, it's like..." He shakes his head, rubs his eyes more angrily this time.

"Leo--"

"'Leo,' what?" His brother sits up to glare at him, and Donnie freezes at the strange kind of desperate fire in those eyes, terrifying and terrified. "What can you do? What can any of us do that hasn't been done to fucking death and won't make the problem fucking worse?"

Donnie opens his mouth, trying to think of something to say, but Leo cuts him off.

"I meditate," he whispers. "I train. I fight." The words are rising now, building to a scream. "I go on stupid fucking vision quests and pick imaginary fights with all the goddamn final bosses I can think of and then it starts all over again. I spill my soul about what happened and it's barely to hold back the fucking tide. I, I kill him, I taste his fucking blood in my mouth, and it doesn't stop, Donnie! It's not enough, it's never enough, when is it going to be ENOUGH!"

They stare at each other for a second, frozen. And Donnie--Donnie should do something, should get up and give his brother a hug, find the words to make it all better, but he can't move, he's scared, and his heart is crying out and he's hearing Leo say too many things that feel too familiar.

He can see tears trickling down his brother's cheeks, now, glinting in the warm kitchen light. Leo tears his gaze away from Donnie's and stares at his own trembling hands.

"I hate it," he says, voice trembling. "I hate this. I am so sick of being so scared all the time." He draws in a rattling breath. "I just want it to end. Why--why can't it just end?"

And then he's sobbing, full-on sobbing, rocking back and forth in his chair as the tea cools and the world spins on and nothing happens to give them what they need. But the sound of his brother weeping is still enough to drive Donnie around his seat, sending him tottering around the table to throw his arms around Leo's shoulders.

They slide to the floor together in a messy tangle of limbs, Leo full-on sobbing into Donnie's chest. Donnie gives him and lets himself cry too, just a little, silent tears dripping onto Leo's head.

"I'm s-sorry," Leo rasps, shaking so hard Donnie worries he'll break something. "You, you shouldn't have to--"

"Don't," Donnie whispers, squeezing his brother as hard as he can to keep from crumbling. "No more apologies. Please." He doesn't think he can take any more of those.

"Just cry, Leo." He rubs a gentle hand down his brother's trembling shell. "Just let it out." And for once, Leo doesn't hesitate before doing just that.

Donnie holds Leo as his brother cries, and cries, and cries, sobs echoing around the kitchen. It's all he can do. And it's not enough to fix everything, but maybe, just maybe, it can get them both through the night.

25 notes · View notes

lr31o · 3 months

Text

what if the great ace attorney demake for the nintendo DS?

#the great ace attorney #dgs #tgaa #ace attorney #nintendo #render breakdown #featuring my hands #flashing #flashing tw

2K notes · View notes

complete-clownery · 3 months

Text

Lol (still not done but I wanna post it so bad cuz im a bit proud of this)

#i love him so so much #clown does art #lego monkey kid #lmk #lego monkey kid macaque #lmk macaque #lmk six eared macaque #lmk comic #comic #wip #tw drinking #tw breakdown #tw bright colors #lmk sun wukong #lmk monkey king

2K notes · View notes

betweenmee · 1 year

Text

You don’t get it, this pain never goes away

6K notes · View notes

jell-o101 · 1 month

Text

TW // Eyestrain / Mental Breakdown

BGM - Sparks - Gris

ACT 1

ACT 2

ACT 3 - 1 <<< 13 / ⚡️ / 15

Depression

✨Animation time✨

You likey??? Put my heart and soul into this one.

#luigi #mario #the super mario bros movie #mario and luigi #super mario bros #tsmbm #smb #tw eyestrain #tw mental breakdown #animation #Donkey Kong

763 notes · View notes

s0fti3w1tch · 10 months

Text

CW: Implied Cult Trauma, Blood, Spiraling, Self-hate/Self-Blame

Tentative Devotee Minisode: First Mission Mishap

further context is this + this!

Welcome back to Tentative Devotee :} Turns out the reason I couldn't release separated au poll stuff today was because I was working on this! My method of drawing comics has sort of changed and I'm having a rough go of getting back into it (+... yknow the personal stuff too.) Regardless. Enjoy this dip back into the comics. Please don't mind missing details or minor mistakes. The past two months have been a lot for me

Tentative Devotee AU Masterpost (To be updated again soon!)

#buwan's art #my art #td!au leonardo #tentative devotee au #tentative devotee minisode #tentative devotee mini comic #rottmnt tentative devotee au #tentative devotee au comic #rottmnt au art #rottmnt au #td!au hueso #tw blood #tw injury #tw cult trauma #tw spiraling #tw mental breakdown #<- is that the right rag?

1K notes · View notes

tadc-ragatha · 7 months

Text

Being Their Friend

TW: Breakdowns/crises (mentioned), knives, swearing, centipedes, bullying, general mental health stuff, Zooble's limbs being (painlessly) moved/stored/body horror

Type: Headcanons

A/N: Hi. These are just for fun; don't get up in arms if they aren't perfect (they can't be anyway, considering how far into the show we are). Requests aren't open (EDIT: they are open now). Spoilers obviously. Includes only the main six because I honestly don't know enough about Caine yet.

Pomni

Being her friend entails a multitude of existential crises. Everyone's trying to find their own way to cope, but expect to be helping her through many a panic attack. She's a hot mess most of the time, and doesn't really know what to do.

As seen in the trailer, she still gets scared of getting hurt, much unlike people like Ragatha who know they can't be harmed by knives or whatever else Caine throws at them. It'd be your job to help calm her down during these situations and help her adjust to not being hurt.

Other than that, I imagine once Pomni gets (semi) used to living in the digital circus you'd spend a lot of time looking for the exit. She definitely wants to get out of there before she becomes abstracted--something she knows is possible with her mental state. She also just wants to get her and everyone else out of there. Even that jackass Jax.

Pomni would take a lot of comfort in the things that connect her to the real world like food. If she offers you some food, you know you're really friends with her. If she had access to drawing/painting equipment or whatnot, I reckon she'd try to draw herself in her real form (if she could remember). She's like to see what you look like, and would compliment you on your appearance.

Ragatha

Ragatha's been in the digital circus for a while, and is much more comfortable with it than some of her other friends (or so she likes to pretend). She's fine with getting hit with knives as seen in her introduction short and likely wouldn't be scared of dying by anything else. As she said, her only fear is centipedes.

Still, it'll be your job to get them out of her room for her. Everyone knows what an arsehole Jax can be, and she sure as hell isn't risking walking into her room to find tens of thousands of them. If you don't do it, she's staying in your room for an indefinite amount of time.

Actually, I think Ragatha would like to have sleepovers anyway. It'd keep her impending thoughts at bay. Even if she doesn't require sleep, it's fun and reminds her of home. Like I said in Pomni's section, I think she'd enjoy drawing or painting. Or any creative visual art really, but especially drawing and painting for the purpose of making pictures of what you look like outside of the digital world.

Though be warned, the sight of her may send her off on a spiral of homesickness. Since Ragatha serves as a kind of rock of stability (as best as her overly optimistic self can), seeing her collapse may cause the others to collapse, too. Except maybe Jax, but it'll be up to you to try and get everyone back together before abstraction happens.

Jax

First of all, I don't know if this is possible. Not only are we so little into the show to really know, but Gooseworx also said he's going to have some really bad scenes. So, I suppose you won the lottery in doing this...Maybe. It really depends on how you look at it.

Because first of all, he's still a massive dick. He's just rude to everyone, so expect nothing different. He'll still be a jerk to you, "prank" you, or really, just straight up bully you. Honestly, half the time you can't even tell this guy is supposed to like you. He doesn't even really say sorry unless it's sarcastic.

The only way you can tell he likes you as a friend is when he gets all up in arms about you being annoyed at him. At first, at least, he's confused as to why you can't just let it go. Over time, though, he gets more in tune with his emotions and starts to mellow out a little.

However, it does come with the perk of having someone who will beat the ever-loving life out of whoever hurt you. Okay, well, not that far--he's got to keep his reputation as someone who doesn't care about other people, so he'll at most just be a bit of a bigger pain in their side. But it's still there.

Things you'd do together include terrorising the other members (or, he tries to get you in on it, anyway), sneaking into people's rooms to snoop around, and all-in-all just being a bit of a pain. But you also do other things; he seems like he's not one for visual arts or theatre, but maybe he could play an instrument and may--very heavy on the "may"--teach you some stuff. Otherwise, I don't think he's an arts guy. He'd enjoy video games, though, if they had those! And going to the digital carnival for thrills along with just exploring the grounds.

Kinger

Kinger would be an interesting friend. I have two routes for this guy based on a theory I saw. Route one follows him actually being on the brink of insanity/abstraction. In this route, you have to make sure he's alright. Just be gentle with him and check up on him every now and then. But don't be in his face all the time. Everyone needs a bit of personal space.

You can still hang out with Kinger, obviously. You can still talk about things you'd normally talk about, whatever that may be. Just don't bring up the abstracted queen (who I shall be calling Queener). It'll bring up some...Bad memories.

Anyways, my second route is this: based on a theory, Kinger is actually one of the more stable ones in the group, and is just pretending to be on the brink of losing it. Basically, if I remember right, he's pretending in order to get out of the activities/shenanigans of the group.

But no matter what his reason for doing it is, he's smart as hell. Having tricked everyone, it'd take a keen eye to figure it out. If you do, he'd be impressed. Once he trusts you enough, the two of you will discuss the other circus members and how to outsmart them secretly. You'll also just hang out, gossip...He feels like a guy who'd be into drama, with his whole being the actual king thing. You two would do some impromptu skits and whatnot to pass the time.

Gangle

Oh, Gangle. What would you do with Gangle? Well, you'd certainly have to be gentle with her. She's a very fragile soul--and also fragile physically--and needs some care. Help her repair her mask, or better yet, stop Jax from breaking it in the first place. In fact, just stop him from doing any mean stuff to her in the first place.

Other than that, Gangle is someone who'd actually enjoy drawing as a hobby and not just a memories thing. She draws anime, and would make you and her anime personas with cool abilities and features like wings and shit. I imagine her art style is very early-mid 2000s anime, with the really big eyes and whatnot.

Anyways, I reckon she'd also write. Mostly fanfiction when she wasn't stuck in the digital world, but since there's no fandoms to write about now she'd start branching out into her own original stories. But don't get me wrong; if anyone was going to write about their friends and fellow members it'd be her. She just hides it somewhere other than her room. Gangle would like to write stories about your sonas going on adventures and saving the world.

Eventually, these stories probably get found by Jax or someone else (but probably Jax). He'd laugh his arse off at them and would run to tell everyone about it. Unless you can absolutely beat the shit out of him, prepare to do some explaining and also comforting for her.

Zooble

Zooble does not give much of a shit about the others. They wouldn't let them die (at least I think so), but they're in no way buddy-buddy with them. In order to be friends with them, you'd have to meet their strict criteria. So, good job on that!

Being friends with them would either involve lots of gossip because they want to talk shit about people and complain, or it'd have no gossip because they honestly couldn't care less about the others. I can't tell. But if you do gossip, I imagine they know a lot about the other members. You'd be filled in on everything they know, too. They've been dying for someone to tell this too.

Zooble's also very particular about their looks, as seen in their introductory short. They have many stored limbs and whatnot to swap around for their mood. Don't mess with their body by switching around their antennae-like things or ripping off their body parts like Jax. They will retaliate.

Going off of this, though, I imagine they're pretty strong. I mean, they choked Jax like that. So, if anyone (him) comes around to piss you off, you best bet they'll be on their way to beat his arse. Though, it probably ends in a tug-of-war with one of their arms.

797 notes · View notes

modmad · 18 days

Note

Hey Mod, I don't know what's going on that hurt you, I feel like I missed something that's happened, but I can tell from what I did see that it didn't just hurt you, but scared you and made you feel a Lot of doubt. I've also seen a lot of messages pouring in with support, and I want to share mine.

I have hypermobile type EDS, fibromyalgia, and a whole bucket's worth of faulty wiring in my brain. And I've always had stories to tell but I never felt I was good enough to share them. If it's because I can't focus enough to get through nanowrimo, or because I can't manage the focus and time towards drawing as a hobby, or the fact that an excessive amount of either for me leads to my hands wanting to shut down. But you? You *inspire* me. Your stories, all the ones I've seen, read, experienced in some way or another, they're so good. And you're open and honest with your fans about your own health, and of course, we support you and always would rather you rest and feel as best you can, instead of pushing out something and working yourself too hard. But all of this is to say that. I think I would have given up on my own stories if I hadn't found you and yours.

I hope whatever is going on sorts itself out, I hope you're able to keep telling your stories. At your own pace, in your own way. I think you deserve to be happy. If there's anything we (your fans, especially those of us too awkward to come off anon, whoops,) can do, to help in some way? Even if it's silly videos or cute cat pictures or whatever it is that could just help you smile. We're here. We love you.

woof. I woke up to so many messages I can't even read them all in one go I'm getting too emotional- I do feel I owe an explanation so I'll explain what happened under the cut but all you guys need to know is I'm okay, I got through it, I love you, and you're so important to me and I'm so grateful for all the messages that have asked me to stay.

tw for suicidal thoughts and all that

yeah so I have the bad morning of all mornings: was introduced to the fact there's this one character (Mr Puzzles) on a very popular youtube that. resembles RGB. incredibly strongly. like. I don't want to link to it just look if you want to. Anyway at the time I thought it had just dropped (seems to have been around for 6 months actually), and having commented on it I immediately got an inbox full of hate mail.

My website, meanwhile, had locked both me and my web designer out of it, and- already in a bad state of mind- I went into full on panic/paranoid spiral of 'they have hacked it, and they are going to delete any proof that I was here before them.' This of course wasn't true, and we have since recalimed control of the site (don't know what happened there but hey. it's fine???? haha. ha.)

On top of this my father has terminal cancer of the pancreas, which is horrible for everyone already but it means that- at some point this year- I am going to be the only person with an active income in my house. I am disabled, do not make a lot of money, and the cost of living is skyrocketing. Combine that with months of Despair at the world right now, with the multiple wars, genocide, corruption and AI and the loss of control any of us have over our IP or lives and I just decided it was time to end it all.

I somehow remembered this was a bad idea to act on immediately (hard during a period of entirely irrational thought) and instead went for a very long walk, crossed the bridge I could have jumped off and during that I came out of the worst of it. I then came back home to so much love online I felt deeply ashamed for ever contemplating it, and I cried a lot. My nose is still puffy and now my feet hurt! lmao

Anyway. Yeah. There's your context. I am not going to stop hoping, making, or living. I am prone to moments of weakness and this was one of the worst of them and I am still here, thanks in a large part to all of you. I might need you in the future to defend me against this, or people who take our ideas, but I hope you know that I will do the same for you. We need each other, and to be there for you I need to be here at all.

also fuck Mr Puzzles

#context for mod's little (massive) mental breakdown yesterday #you don't need to read it but I felt folks are due an explanation #tw suicide #ask to tag #mental health is wow!!!! a thing

267 notes · View notes

aeirithgainsborough · 8 months

Text

YELLOWJACKETS WEEK DAY 7 ➙ free choice then ➙ now (96' timeline)

#SO LATE IM SORRY HAD A MENTAL BREAKDOWN #yellowjackets #yellowjacketsedit #yjweek2023 #lottie matthews #jackie taylor #shauna shipman #taissa turner #van palmer #laura lee #natalie scatorccio #misty quigley #tvedit #**#glitch tw

915 notes · View notes

lunamothghost · 8 months

Text

I could even learn how to love like you

#persona 5 #p5 #akeshu #shuake #goro akechi #akira kurusu #ren amamiya #my art #digital art #ive been watching su again and trying to not have a stress breakdown every 2 days. turns out drawing gay people helps #smoking tw #just in case

722 notes · View notes

archie-sunshine · 2 months

Note

looking at you with big eyes. thoughts on hypnokink WITH hypnosis-y smoke. i just think one of thg old mechs should blow smoke into someone elses face and watch the tension seep out of 'em

nnot exactly what either of you probably had in mind but i own this blog and i do what i like and i wanna draw breakbee <3

anyways weed smoking girlfriend hypnotizes you via weed smoking <3<3<3

im enjoying shading more and more hhrg. hhhhrrrn... gghhrhrrgh...

#archie answers #my art #my requests #transformers #tfe #tf earthspark #breakdown #bumblebee #breakbee #/nsfw #/nsft #valveplug #hypnosis #tw: drug use #tw drugs

200 notes · View notes

stynamo · 4 months

Text

Souviens-toi de la première fois, où nos regards s'étaient croisés Même que ton œil disait merde à l'autre, surtout à moi Mais pourquoi moi, alors que les autres te trouvaient bien trop laide Peut-être que moi, je suis trop bête, mais je sais t'écouter Ave Cesaria - Stromae

My gift for @tachocracy for @secretsolenoid-revived this year! I hope you all love it as much as I loved drawing it. I've been wanting to do a zine about Knockout and his specific way of grieving in TFP so I was so excited to receive this prompt.

#tfp #kobd #bdko #tfp knockout #tfp breakdown #secret solenoid #maccadam #tfp bulkhead #tfp cylas #tfp silas #ugh i messed up the tags so I had to post this again I really hope I didn't miss peak #I really want this to be seen lmao #my art #tw: blood robogore death dysmorphia #knockout #breakdown #bulkhead #cylas

248 notes · View notes

tadc-ragatha · 6 months

Text

Them Receiving a Drawing of Themselves

TW: breakdowns/shutdowns, gender dysphoria, crying

Type: Headcanons

A/N: "Reader discusses what they and the members used to look like, and decides to draw an artist's interpretation of that description with startling accuracy." As of posting, requests are open. Includes only the main six (who I shall now call the digital six/circus crew). Spoilers. Body-sickness = homesickness for body.

Pomni

I'm going to make this interesting for myself and go with the theory that when she saw herself in the mirror she got a bunch of gender euphoria because she's trans. So, for this, she probably wouldn't even bring up her old appearance on her own unless heavily prompted to. Even then, she's really awkward about it, and everyone probably gets the memo that she's at least insecure about her old looks.

Not you, though. You decided to take it upon yourself to draw her. You paid attention to every detail she said, and compiled it all together to create a drawing/painting of the real-world Pomni. She was...Less than enthusiastic. At first, she's angry, even. But once she realises you didn't know, she just turns to going down a crisis of reality and homesickness instead.

If we don't go with that theory, then she still has a crisis. She'd finally started to push her thoughts of home to the edge of her mind, and now it's brought up to the front again. It's best to just not make art of her.

Ragatha

You probably found out about Ragatha through a breakdown of hers. She'd been holding up the happy-go-lucky, optimistic, cheery persona for so long that it was bound to snap. And so, one day the dam had a leak that turned into a full-on collapse. She was crying and talking about how she missed home and her real body. She was starting to forget what she looked like, and it was driving her to the edge.

In an effort to not have her abstracted, you took it upon yourself to give her something to hold on to. You took mental notes of each thing she said about herself and once everything was safe, you went to your room. Taking out your art equipment, you got to work on trying your best to recreate what she looked like.

In the end, you made a bunch of different ones. Presenting them to her, she was surprised and sad. It fueled her homesickness even more. But she covered it up and accepted it; she knew it was out of love, after all. And after she calmed down she did get to looking at them properly and it did give her some comfort to recognise herself and know that she wouldn't forget herself just yet.

Jax

I feel like Jax cared a lot about his appearance. Really, this is just based on that moment where he checks his non-existent nails, but I digress. Either way, he was probably just complaining like normal when it happened. He didn't really care about what he was saying (on the outside, at least); he was just bored and wanting to talk. But you made it your mission to make him feel better about his "body-sickness".

When he received the gift, he would've tried to play it off real quick. Truth be told, depending on how long you had been in the DC he probably would've made fun of your art. But you could see his initial reaction being one of surprise. Still, he would've tried to twist it and tease you about supposedly having a crush on him or trying to be his friend (a "useless attempt" is what he would say).

He probably tried to just chuck it under his bed when he got to his room. But after a little while the temptation was too much and he grabbed it. Looking it over, it was creepy how on point it was. To be honest, he was half-convinced you had known him outside of the digital world. Either way, he was secretly pretty grateful for it and glad you had had that otherwise useless conversation. But he would never tell you that.

Kinger

Kinger would've just asked what you looked like and that would've led to talking about him. I feel like he's got a sort of dad vibe in the way that he'd make up grand stories about himself. Like, he was a world-famous Broadway star or something. But he'd drop the act and tell you he was just joking. Either way, he ended up telling you about his looks.

When drawing him, you realised just how old he was. Not in a bad way, but you did still feel bad for him. He had lived half a life already before being trapped in the DC, and then he had been there the longest. Who knew what had happened to him; what he had lived through, who he had cared about before all this happened. It made you sad.

Giving him the present, though, he was very grateful and told you such. It had been so long since he had seen anything that looked like him, and to have something so accurate seemed nothing short of a miracle. He was sure to show it off to everyone and soon the whole circus crew was wanting their own.

Gangle

Gangle is an artist herself, and you were likely drawing together when the conversation of drawing each other came up. At first, you just made art of each other's current bodies, but soon you were discussing what you looked like before being trapped in the DC. Thankfully for Gangle, her comedy mask hadn't yet been broken by Jax, so she wasn't too depressed when talking about it.

I bet she put a lot of effort into drawing you. Though, her style isn't realistic, so it looked very anime-ified. Still, the hair and eye colour matched. You put a lot of effort into making art of Gangle, too. Though, you were almost photo-realistic (when you had the time and resources) in your art, so yours turned out much more accurate.

When Gangle saw what she looked like, her comedy mask came right off and she started bawling. She hadn't seen herself in forever, and just couldn't handle it. She was so, so grateful, though, to have the opportunity to see herself again. But she didn't dare tell anyone; she wasn't sure that you'd want everyone bugging you for a picture.

Zooble

Zooble doesn't strike me as someone who'd want to talk about their past. She seems to me like someone who's very in-the-present (well, as in the present as someone who's been thrown into a digital world can be). You'd have to really be friends with her and encourage him to talk about what they looked like.

Still, when he does, she goes into some detail. You listen like a bat to every word they say. And once you leave, you rush straight to your room to start on the project. It's a bit weird imagining Zooble as a living, breathing person in the past instead of an abstract collection of living shapes, but it's also humbling to be reminded you weren't the only person to really lose your body.

Receiving the completed project, Zooble is pretty calm about it. Something along the lines of "oh, wow, you didn't have to do that" is what they'd say. But she takes it from you anyway and is sure to keep it in a safe and secure spot where Jax won't be able to ruin it. And oh boy, if he does, they will be after him.

#amy's writing #not requested #the amazing digital circus #tadc #tadc x reader #tadc spoilers #the amazing digital circus spoilers #x reader #tadc headcanon #tadc pomni #tadc ragatha #tadc jax #tadc kinger #tadc gangle #tadc zooble #breakdown tw #dysphoria tw #crying tw

488 notes · View notes