#jax stamp

[anotherlittlemuppet]

Digital Circus Stamps pt 1

[r0semultiverse]

Digital Circus AMA Notes

Digital Circus is getting a season 1 at some point!!!!

#webcore aesthetic board for the series design

Pomni was going to be a frog originally. 🐸

90s toys Zooble inspo

Caine is an antagonist, but not by active choice, he doesn't know he's not helping. He doesn't feel a whole spectrum of human emotions (he's an AI).

"Caine canonically just lets things happen if he thinks it's funny."

Characters eat like Chao in Chao garden in Sonic. The characters can eat the food, but they can't digest it.

Jax's favorite food is spaghetti.

Pomni likes salmon.

Q "Was the ending a 'Last Supper' reference?" A "in a very superficial kinda way yeah." Religious stuff is sometimes just used for the funny.

Gooseworx tumblr sketches MAY or MAY NOT be canon to the series, so it's up in the air for every single one.

People can abstract from feeling too much pain if it breaks their mind from it being too much. Characters feel pain from things, but not as intensely as they would in real life.

Zooble is gonna swap parts every episode (implying they have spare parts) except their body & head.

Jax chose his own name & gooseworx likes to think he chose Gangle's name.

Ragatha was named "Emmy" originally.

They (the cast of characters trapped in the circus) can't change their clothes but Caine can. It's part of their skin sorta kinda.

There's empty space under Pomni's hat because video game model physics.

Spamton was partially inspo for Caine, Caine's VA did Spamton dubs.

Gangle only has 2 masks. Why's it (her hapiness mask) break all the time? Mental state, but the "real her" is "harder to break."

Kaumfo was gonna be part of the main cast originally before Jax.

Kaufmo's model has nothing below the waist at this time, but was made for that promotional image on twitter.

Q "What kinda person was Kaufmo?" A "He was the same as Ragatha in a sense, goofy & cheery, sometimes toxic levels of positivity."

I'm paraphrasing for the sake of note taking in real time, go watch the stream playback for more context & details if you want.

[thisdastampdoesnotexist]

[jax-is-rattled]

My sis and BIL gave us some banger pics of the eclipse from where they are

[cococaffeinated]

🎪A lil continuation of sorts!🎪

Thus, started Jax's "if the gods allowed me to live one more day, I'm gonna make it everyone's problem" coping mechanism! /hj This is just a silly lil headcanon, by the way, in case that needs to be restated~

I drew a lil cameo of the other already-abstracted-folk to put a vague stamp to this period in time, which explains why Kinger here is a lil more "put together".

I just wanted to play around with the silly idea that maybe Kinger and Gangle were the first two people to ground Jax into his new normal. There's no real theory/justification behind this hc, I just love this trio so much and I noticed that a lot of Jax's frames have him between the two and thought that was pretty sweet~!

┏━✦❘༻༺❘✦━━┓ The first part's here 🎪 ┗━✦❘༻༺❘✦━━┛

[the-s1lly-corner]

OKAY sooo!!

May i request a romantic Jax x fem reader, where the reader is a HOTTIE. like baddie vibes LMAO. Instead of a toy ish them to her new body, she got granted with a Jessica rabbit type of body. And lowk Jax is down BADDD. LIKE he melts like putty around her :((

Jax x really pretty!reader !

Debated on if I should do a second request and decided to knock this one out rq!! Typing this up on mobile while I'm trying to stay awake <|3

Okokokok so

Cartoon world physics

He probably makes heart eyes at you, like, his pupils go from being rectangular to being hearts yk

I think he also subconsciously stamps his foot when you flirt with him

I think he also does that when hes mad but that's a general hc, yk, like how bunnies stamp their feet irl

Do NOT grab his chin and make him look at you he WILL explode!!!

Honestly seeing his ego and confidence and "I don't care" attitude just

Disappear

Is a weird sight

But jax is just absolutely smitten with you

His ears probably droop or even curl into a heart shape

Thinks

Yk the dumb mumble characters do when they're deeply in love and swooning over the pretty person, like their words are a bit slurred? Jax would do that, I think.. all sheepish, you know?

I think sheepish is the word??

Waaaay too eager to anything you ask him to do, its actually kind of out of character for him since usually he would pull the malicious incompetence thing

[docgold13]

Heroes & Villains The DC Animated Universe - Paper Cut-Out Portraits and Profiles

Elseworlds Addendum - General Zod, Ursa & Non

General Dru-Zod was a celebrated military leader of the planet Krypton.  His wartime campaigns were so successful that he had effectively ended conflict on the planet.  Unquenched in his hunger for conquest, Zod looked to the stars and began plans to lead Kryptonian armies to conquer inhabited planets amongst the cosmos and usher in an imperial age of colonization.

These plans were dashed when the terrorist known as Jax-Ur destroyed Krypton’s moon.  Efforts to develop a space fleet were scraped and an enraged Zod orchestrated a coup d'etat were he planed to situated himself as the supreme ruler of Krypton.  The coup was put down and Zod himself was defeated and captured by Jor-El.  For his crimes of treason, Zod was imprisoned, charged with a life-sentence in The Phantom Zone.  

Ironically, Zod incarceration spared him from Krypton’s destruction.  He would ultimately escape the Phantom Zone and came to earth to battle the son of Jor-El, Superman.  It would be the first of many conflicts between the two Khryptonians and, to date, Superman has always emerged triumphant.     

In the 1978 Superman feature film, General Zod was portrayed by actor Terrance Stamp.  His character was allied with two coconspirators, a pair of lieutenants named Ursa (played by actress Sarah Douglas) and Non (Jack O’Halloran).  In the comics, Zod and Ursa married and had a son named Lor-Zod who would go on to become a nemesis of Superman’s son Jon (Superboy).  

General Zod first appeared in the pages of Adventure Comics #283 (April 1961); whereas the comic book versions of Ursa and Non debuted in Action Comics #845 (2007).  

Kneel Before Zod!

[razrbladekiss]

Thirty-seven minutes | Tig Trager

A/N: this is just a shitty little angsty one shot, which i put together in like fifteen minutes. it's supposed to be helping me get back into the swing of things with writing, but it isn't! but anyway, here 'ya go!

WORD COUNT: 900 smth

PAIRING: tig trager x fem!reader

WARNINGS: angst, strong language. you're in your cunt era

Thirty-seven minutes ago, malevolence was rippling through your veins, surging through each and every artery like hot, molten lava drifting toward that village at the volcano’s edge. 

You were mere seconds from an outburst, almost spattering your last morsel of equanimity when Clay’s pompous snarl reached the drums of your ears and all you saw was red. 

Ripping the man limb from fucking limb would’ve been so gratifying, you thought. Causing him that same abundance of grief that he had inflicted upon you, making him hurt, was the one thing you could only wish to happen. 

But slivering so deeply into Clay Morrow seemed borderline inconceivable. Because he was formidable, and tough, and you were yet to see him crumble under the wayward burdens bestowed upon him by his club. 

Frankly, getting to him was simply impossible. And, if you could strike a chord within that phlegmatic prick, Tig wouldn’t even let you try. 

It wasn’t worth it, he guaranteed that seeking revenge for the shit the SAMCRO President did to you—to the man that you love—wasn’t worth thinking about. 

Because he might’ve made Tig dive head first into yet another ire-fueled, gun-wielding battle that could’ve ended a hell of a lot more bloody than what it did, but that was a part of this life. 

You understood that. You understood what Tig’s life—his line of work—entailed, but it was tough. Coming to terms with it all—every last thing—was painful, and sometimes you wished that Clay didn’t depend on him so much. 

But he did. And there was nothing that you could’ve done to change that, or put a stop to it. So you got along with it. 

You got along with it until you couldn’t. 

Ten minutes ago your face was reddening, rage dripping from every pore as you became privy to the events of the day. Eagerly—desperately—you awaited an explanation. 

An explanation that never came. 

An explanation that you needed, but one that you never got. And, for that, you were irrationally angry. 

“I just hate that he’s got you wrapped around his little finger, Tig! It’s gonna get you seriously hurt one day!” You expressed your repugnance, stamping into the clubhouse. 

Tig was hot on your heels. 

“I’m sick of finding out through Jax, or Juice, that Clay has put you into yet another situation that you might not find your way out of—“

“Baby—“

“No! Don’t baby me, Alexander.” Pissed, you threw back at him as you stopped dead at the front door. “You’re not getting out of this by sweet-talking, or fucking me, like you always do.”

Being an authoritative figure suited you, he thought. Being put in his place by you was so sexy, he thought. 

But you had also yelled at him—“humiliated” him—right in front of his club, and he was irked at your boldness. 

The boldness that he lauded, of course, but the boldness that no old lady should’ve conveyed before the Sons Of Anarchy. 

Because old ladies were supposed to be submissive. They were supposed to take orders, know their place, and abide by the rules set in place by the club. 

That wasn’t your thing, however. 

“I—I can’t take this anymore.” Frustrated, you retorted. “This fucking club—“

“Hey!” Tig yelled, pointing at you. 

This unbending—frightening—look washed over his face, and for the first time ever, you felt yourself tremble underneath his gaze. 

“Don’t talk shit about this fucking club!” 

Your heart was pounding. 

“I’m serious!” He barked, cornering you. 

Tig was intimidating, everybody and their fucking dog knew that. Everybody knew what he did, or what he had the capability of doing. 

But you weren’t scared of him. 

Not anymore. 

You puffed out your chest a little, refusing to be backed up against the wall. You walked a little closer to him. Two noses almost brushed against one another. 

“And so am I.” You said, biting back tears. “I am so fucking serious about this—“

“About what?!” Tig was yelling again now. 

He was so short tempered. But never with you. 

Sucking in a deep breath, you began by saying “about how this club—more like fucking cult—is ruining our relationship that we have been trying so hard to rebuild!”

It was like a weight lifted, but it maimed him. 

Because you hadn’t known Tig before the Sons, nor would you ever know that version of him. But he thought that you enjoyed him being part of such a tight brotherhood, a ready made family that supported the pair of you, not just him. 

And there were benefits to Samcrow, there always were. But Tara had told you what it was like getting involved with them, and you chose to ignore the warning. 

Until now. 

“It’s like everything you do revolves around the club.” You say, as if it’s not the most obvious thing in the world. You take a step toward Tig, making him take a step backwards. 

Fists clenched. 

“We had something good, Tig. We really had a beautiful thing. But the Sons Of Anarchy have brainwashed you into thinking that, if you’re not here twenty four hours a fucking day, that some shit will happen and the club will crumble.”

He rolled his jaw. 

“I promise you, nothing bad will happen if you take a day to spend time with your old lady—y’know, the woman you married.”

“You spend too much time with Tara—“

“And that’s such a bad thing?!” You hurled his way. “I spend my days in this shithole! I have no other fucking friends aside from the club and their wives, and it sucks! And now you’re mad at me for spending time with the only female in this gang that I can tolerate?!”

“Not a gang!”

“Oh, fuck off!” You stomp toward the front door, leaving a bitter taste in the mouth of your husband. 

Tig couldn’t wrangle his composure. He couldn’t bring himself to go after you as your heels clicked along the uneven concrete, and you mithered to yourself about how worthless he was. 

He didn’t care. 

He couldn’t find a reason to care. 

You disrespected his club, so he threw away the vows that he made to you. 

Only temporarily, of course. 

Because in thirty-seven minutes, he’ll be at your knees begging for forgiveness. 

[ravennaortiz]

Sister's Keeper

Summary : Next installment of Not What It Seems.

Takes place before Silent Leaving. Jax visits his sister in the hospital

Tag List:@callsignwidow @danzer8705

Jax sat holding your hand as the machines around him whirred and beeped. A relentless tidal wave of noise that barely quieted the storm in his mind. Lucky. Unser had said you were lucky to have been seen in the dark. Tara had said you were lucky to have made it through multiple surgeries. Chibs had said you were lucky the prospect had not followed orders. Did lucky to be alive mean anything if you never woke up? Jax wondered to himself as he looked at the machines helping keep you going.

Everyone kept telling him to go home and let someone else keep watch. He couldn't leave your side though. He needed answers and you were the only one who could give them to him. He was suppose to keep you safe. As much as you were lucky he was that much a failure as your big brother.

He knew your injuries were more than Tara was letting on. He had seen and heard hushed whispers between her and your guys mom. He couldn't bring himself to ask though just like they couldn't bring themselves to tell him. Those two were not the only one with secrets. Opie was also torn up about you but Jax had little sympathy since he had caught him banging a crow eater when he went to tell him you had been taken to the hospital. Going completely down the rabbit hole now Jax wished he had never given his stamp of approval for you two. Opie had never gotten over Donnas death and he had never been able to keep it in his pants. You deserved better. If you woke up Jax would see to it that you two were done.

A knock at the door drew his attention as Chibs stepped in with Juice on his heel. "Come with me Jackie. Juice has got tonight's watch and Tig is outside with the prospect." stated Chibs as Juice took the other seat in the room. "I'm good" stated Jax waving them off. "That was an order" stated Chibs firmly as he grabbed Jax's arm lifting him up.

Once Chibs had gotten Jax out of the room Juice moved his chair closer and took your had. "Please wake up. I can't live without you" he murmured as tears prickled at his eyes as he kissed your ice cold hand.

Go to Series Page.

[minty-sweet-art]

This is just art for a later updated carnival relationship chart post but feel free to look.

Carnival au by sm-baby

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[a torn up feather that seems to be a little old and dirty with some stitches on the end. Where could it be from?]

[you have found a torn feather]

Ask jax about it

Keep it

> take it and try to find out

where it’s from

Leave it

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Ok that all for the night

I leave you off with some carnival minty lore.

Anyways this Time this wasn’t originally (kinda) a private post so the time stamp when I finished this is correct.

[anotherlittlemuppet]

I now have the power to create stamps mwahahahahah

[thisdastampdoesnotexist]

[thegrayascendancy-if]

It’s been soooo (not) long since I’ve been back here to pester but this is for a good cause (albeit perhaps a vERY ambitious one) but what Tarot cards/arcana would you assign to the ROs and possibly any secondary/tertiary characters?

knuckles cracking, gripping the desk for dear life as I stamp on my desire to write a dissertation on this ILOVESYMBOLYSM

Arthur: The Magician (resourcefulness/untapped talents)

Darla: The Fool (innocence/recklessness)

Gale: The Hermit (introspection/isolation)

Ianthe: High Priestess (intuition/sacred knowledge)

Jax: Judgement (inner calling/self-doubt)

Yves/Yvette: The Tower (upheaval/chaos)

Special cameos of tonight...

Karon, the Viper King: The Emperor (authority/domination)

Libeth, first princess of Daelan: The Moon (illusion/repressed emotion)

Even more special cameos:

The First Sister: Chariot

The Second Sister: The Hierophant

The Third Sister: The Fool

The Fourth Sister: Lovers

The Fifth Sister: The Hanged Man

The Sixth Sister: The Empress

The MC: Death/World

[theboywithburninghands]

It was a slow day at work today, so I wrote something. It’s a short bit of the arranged marriage AU. I was gonna make it longer but… eh. @fernstarsblog here your tag.

T/W: era-appropriate sexism

Primum Peccatum Ch. 5: I’m Just a Girl, Lucky Me

Pomni handed her book to the librarian.

“Miss Shutnyk, back so soon! Have you finished this already? It’s hardly been a week.”

Pomni smiled politely, keeping her eyes on the desk. “The prose isn’t exactly complex, Mr. Carpenter. They are fairy tales, after all.”

“Be that as it may, this is quite a lot of stories. You go through these so quickly, it’s a wonder you haven’t run out of books to read.” the librarian said.

Pomni smiled again, wistfully this time. In truth, she had only skimmed the book. Fairy tales offered lessons that she had learned as a child or themes she heard told in more interesting ways in better books. That, and it had been dreadfully difficult to concentrate on reading with this inane marriage business.

She looked around the library for another book. Normally, she was on the hunt for something new to read, but today called for something slightly different. She wanted a book she loved, something that would help distract her from everything. Literary comfort food.

She soon found her respite in the fiction section. Humidity by Rachel Houston. It was a wonderful story about a muggy New Hirnantian hamlet inundated by fog, and a new schoolteacher that arrives there and becomes invested in the lives of the townsfolk. The prose was beautiful and unpretentious, and she loved the main character, a woman about Pomni’s age. It helped that the author was also a woman, and thus knew how to write from a female perspective.

“Ah, Humidity, Ms. Shutnyk? I thought you read this one ages ago.” Mr. Carpenter said when Pomni brought the book over.

“I would very much like to read it again. I have been meaning to, but there are so many books… But, now is as good a time as any to revisit an old favorite, I believe.” Pomni said.

“There’s never anything wrong with enjoying a novel again. Some stories I could read over and over again and never get tired of. Even if I had your memory.” Mr. Carpenter said, as he stamped the checkout card and marked the due date.

“It’s a blessing and a curse. I can really only experience a story for the first time once… but, I never forget a favorite. Thank you and enjoy the rest of your day, Mr. Carpenter.”

Pomni managed enough eye contact for a polite goodbye before she left the library. She walked down the path to the pier. It was another warm day with cool, salty breezes, being so close to the reach brought the smell of the ocean. Her black sundress fluttered slightly at the occasional zephyr. She held the brim of her sunhat to keep it from flying away, the other around her book. She thought about going for a walk in the park, it was part of her routine, after all… but not this time. Her heels were still somewhat sore from the blisters she sustained, and truth be told, she wanted to be alone with her book. Once she was married, solitude would be very hard to come by, even with her and Jax Krolik’s agreement to live like bachelors in the same house.

She reached the pier just as the ferry arrived. A few homeowners from Primum Peccatum exited the boat. One elderly gentleman, a neighbor who Pomni had spoken to perhaps twice in her entire life, nodded to her.

“Congratulations, Miss Shutnyk,” he said. Pomni merely nodded as she passed him by. Just for a moment, she contemplated tripping the man into the sea. She stepped onto the ferry and took a seat inside, her usual spot by the window. She opened her book, skipping the preamble, and dove into the story.

The ferry waited the usual ten minutes for any late arrivals, before the bell tolled that it was time to set sail. As the crew pulled up the anchor and started the engine, a pair of feet landed on the deck, a straggler, no doubt. Pomni heard them approach the crew and gasp an apology, stepping inside the ferry and taking a seat with a sigh of relief, slumping over the back of the chair. Pomni glanced at them, looked back down at her novel, then glanced back up.

“Miss… Kali?” she said.

Jax’s elder sister-in-law, wearing a similar maroon dress from the last time Pomni had seen her, had taken off her large hat to fan herself. She wore no shoes (beastfolk rarely ever wore them, their feet were often too uniquely shaped or oddly sized for shoes), but wore a simple and elegant string of pearls around her neck. Pomni had to admit, she looked quite nice, despite her tangerine fur being matted from sweat.

The beastwoman blinked and sat up much straighter upon seeing Pomni. She smiled. “Oh! Oh, good afternoon! Miss Shutnyk, what a pleasant surprise! I wasn’t expecting to see you on the mainland! How are you?”

Pomni swallowed, focusing on her book. Be polite, she thought. This was going to be a relative of yours who’d done nothing to you. So far.

“I’m well,” Pomni replied. “I just came from the library. Are you going to see Jax?”

“I am! He’s staying with your neighbor, correct? It must be so relieving to have such a short distance between the two of you!”

Pomni cleared her throat. “I do wish he had told me about the arrangement first…”

Kali laughed. “Oh, that’s just the way he is. Such a cad, all about surprises and tricks! There’s never a dull moment with him!”

“Yes, I’m inclined to agree,” Pomni said, focusing on her novel.

“I’m so lucky that fellow in red lended me his ferry pass… I would have missed you otherwise!”

Pomni looked Kali in the face for the first time. “Fellow in red?”

“Oh, you enjoy Rachel Houston? I love her work, I quoted from one of her poems for my wedding vows!”

“Is that right?” Pomni closed her book and set it on her lap. “Which one was it?”

“Ah, the title eludes me… but I remember the verse!

‘If there are but two minds left

After time concludes and eternity begins

I long to be alone with you.’”

Pomni smiled. “Ah, that one was unpublished and untitled, included in The Complete Works. I understand why you selected it. It’s beautiful…”

“Isn’t it? Alton’s eyes were swimming when I read it, and he so seldom cries. That’s just the power of good literature!” Kali declared.

“Hm…” Pomni had to think about how to continue the conversation. It wasn’t as though she didn’t want to talk about one of her favorite authors, but if she began, it would be very difficult to stop. “Your husband. What does he do?”

“Alton is a doctor! He works at the hospital for the moment, but if he’s hoping to open his own drug store once my father-in-law gets back on his feet. It’s mostly a matter of paying for all the medicinal powders and tinctures, plus the land expenses and building expenses.”

“From… the wedding, I imagine.” Pomni replied.

“Yes indeed! And, truth be told, I am quite happy to see you and Jax together. Oh, I was so worried that-”

“P-Pardon my interruption. Do you enjoy married life, Kali?” Pomni asked.

Kali looked a bit perplexed for a moment, before she beamed.

“Oh, I love it. Altonicus is a wonderful man, he’s kind, and intelligent, sensitive but not weak… we’re hoping to have our first child soon, as soon as we better establish our roots. We have a house, yes, but our own business is what would really drive us to have kin of our own.”

“And your marriage was arranged?” Pomni replied.

“It was! Oh, I was so nervous. I was just 20, you know! But when I first met Alton, I remember the first thing he said to me-”

Pomni became lost in thought, drowning out Kali’s voice. So it was possible to be in one of these arrangements and love one’s partner. Unless Kali was hiding something, or suffering from Stockholm syndrome…

“Would you say you were lucky?” Pomni asked.

“Lucky?” Kali echoed.

“That you ended up with a person you could love…” Pomni said, practically mumbling.

“Ah… I understand. You’re unhappy.”

Pomni’s eyes widened. “Ah- No, I didn’t mean to imply…”

“Miss Shutnyk… no, Pomni. I’m going to be your co-sister-in-law, so I should use your first name, shouldn’t I? Pomni, I’m not surprised you feel that way. You’re 25, yes? Any woman your age that hasn’t married probably has no interest in getting married age 26, if that makes any sense. Tell me honestly: would you ever have married of your own volition?”

“I wouldn’t. I still wish not to. I tried to join the clergy so I wouldn’t be able to…” Pomni confessed.

“So you are unhappy. But let me tell you something, Pomni. You’re doing a good thing. Not just for your family.” Kali said.

“I don’t care,” Pomni blurted out. “I… I’m sorry. I know you’re depending on my family’s dowry for your business, but… I simply… I can’t force myself to be happy about this…”

Kali, to Pomni’s surprise, smiled.

“I know and I’m sorry. You’re correct. I was very fortunate to be married to a man that loves me. But, in a way, I think you’re fortunate too.”

“…I’m afraid I don’t follow.” Pomni replied. “I am lucky that I wasn’t married to a monster, I suppose. But why must I be married at all? I wanted to take over my father’s law firm…”

Kali suddenly held Pomni’s hand, the human girl jumping at the touch. The beastwoman looked Pomni dead in the face.

“Do you still have that dream?” she asked.

Pomni couldn’t look her in the eye for very long, but she nodded.

“Yes, I do.”

“Then you can achieve it. Look at Rachel Houston!”

Kali tapped Pomni’s book. “A published author who you can find in any library. All those stuffshirts who scoffed at the idea of a woman being a best-selling author had to put their feet firmly in their mouth when they read her prose and poetry. Being a woman is incredibly difficult, but if you are exemplary, you will succeed no matter your gender.”

Pomni swallowed. “Kali… I’m… I-I don’t know what to say…”

“But, if I may impart some advice? I’ve known Jax for ten years, since he was only 12 years old. And that veneer of slyness?”

The ferry arrived at the dock, the red Ediacaran wood gleaming in the early afternoon sunlight.

“Oh, we’re here already? What a quick voyage this was!” Kali hopped off of her chair and headed for the boat’s exit.

Pomni sat for a moment. She collected her belongings and followed Kali out of the boat. She was already hurrying up the path towards the Rooker estate.

“I know we’re traveling in the same direction, Pomni, but I really must hurry on ahead! I have to go to The Gray Church right after I visit with Jax, and I’d like to be home before evening! Ta-ta for now!”

Kali waved frantically before dashing ahead. Rabbitfolk moved rather quickly. That seemed appropriate.

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[the-s1lly-corner]

TADC CAST COMFORTING THE READER WHEN THEY HAVE A NIGHTMARE

been a minute since i did a group post like this; might make a crp version of this too later.. though i already kind of have one of those, i might rewrite it mwehehehehe genuinely unsure if i did this before, i know i did this with jax and i had a bad dream scenario where the canon characters are the ones with the bad dream plus it wasnt the full cast but shrugs

CAINE:

i dont think he would waste anytime in waking you up, probably shakes you awake.. maybe talks really loudly too because this man is probably incapable of speaking in a whisper. he explains that he noticed you getting restless in your sleep.. what? no he totally wasnt watching you sleep...! thats not the point! since you dont need to sleep in the digital world and hes well aware of that i dont think he would try to get you to go back to sleep. if anything he might be thrilled that youre awake again because that means he can spend time with you... is it selfish? a little, yeah, but does it truly matter if you dont need rest? leaving that up to you! takes this as a chance to get started on the days activities and as a moment to have you all to himself

POMNI:

shakes you awake too, but much more gently than caine.. probably just grabs one of your shoulders and rocks you until you wake up. you likely woke her up, but i dont think she would tell you... she doesnt want you to feel bad about that... lets you know that if you want to talk about it , that shes all ears! takes one of your hands and gently pats it while you speak... offers to take you outside so you can walk around on the grounds and get some of that cool simulated fresh air.. it probably turns into both of you talking about your dreams to one another.... though, now that i think about it, can you have dreams in the digital world?

RAGATHA:

sleeps simply so she can rest her mind, so you probably wake her up with your nightmare... might take her a moment to fully realize whats happening, but i dont think she would be upset that youve woken her up due to you being freaked out. very very understanding.. switches on her bedside lamp for you if you dont want to sit in the dark. takes you into her arms and rubs circles into your back. you both kind of just sit there in bed for a while, until you calm down enough to talk about what happened.. if you feel embarrassed or ashamed about it, ragatha is going to stamp out those feelings. nightmares happen to the best of us and its nothing to feel terrible over.. i think she would check in on you throughout the day to make sure youre okay

JAX:

will not take kindly to being woken up. i dont think he would be mean or like. actually get mad at you, but i do think he would be a little annoyed... his attitude kind of says that hes 'so over it'... might even dismiss your fear in his groggy half asleep mind.. tugs you closer to him to try to get you to stop squirming. though if youre still asleep and having the nightmare i think he would wake you up just so that it gets cut off and you can recollect yourself. very blunt in telling you that you were dreaming, and that everything is fine and nothing bad is happening. tries to get you to go back to sleep so he can go back to sleep... though i do think if youre upset about his lack of attention he might try to make it up in his own way during the day when hes more awake and aware

KINGER:

he gets nightmares too, so you guys might be able to relate over that... and in a way it kind of takes away that embarrassment of getting scared and having to wake the other person up... though i dont think kinger sleeps much.. hed much rather stay awake and alert, keep an eye on his surroundings in case something terrible happens.. so your nightmare only lasts for a second, just long enough for kinger to notice and shake you awake. hushed but rushed tones while hes whispering to you asking if youre okay.. visibly calms when he realizes youre not in pain and you just had a bad dream.. offers to let you hold onto him, or maybe even walk around the halls... or would you rather he construct a pillow fort so you feel more secure? really just tell him what to do and hes going to instantly get on it

ZOOBLE:

i think they would be similar to jax in regards to them not being... that attentive when theyre woken up. i do think they would put in more effort than him, though. probably asks whats wrong.. i think they would offer a massage.. i cant explain why, i can just see it in my head. not the best given they feel like hard plastic and theyre uncoordinated from just waking up but the effort is there and it doesnt go to waste.. groggily asks if you want to talk about it.. even props themselves up so they lower the risk of falling back to sleep.. solid effort, giving them a gold star

GANGLE:

i think she'd be a light sleeper so she wakes up fairly fast when you start having your nightmare. very gently shakes you awake... going to take a minute for her to work up the nerve to wake you up since shes unsure if youre actually having a nightmare or just trying to get comfortable in the bed... very quietly asks if youre okay, is slightly relieved that you were in fact having a bad dream and she did not wake you up for nothing.. offers to le you talk about it, i think she would be a good listener... i dont think you guys would go back to sleep, you probably end up getting started on the day... or at least do some activities with one another; likely sticking to one of your rooms instead of going to one of the common areas

[airenyah]

bad buddy music in 23.5 degrees: ep8

(ep1 | ep2 | ep3 | ep4 | ep5 | ep6 | ep7 | ep9 | ep10 | ep11 | ep12)

in episode 8 of 23.5 degrees there were a total of five (5) pieces of royalty free music that have been featured on bad buddy too:

1. moonshiner’s turn – martin landström

bad buddy timestamps:

ep1 pt4 - 1:16

23.5 degrees time stamps:

ep1 pt4 - 1:28

ep7 pt2 - 5:28

ep8 pt4 - 6:42

ep12 pt1 - 13:20

ep12 pt4 - 4:40

2. mrs detective - claude signet

bad buddy timestamps:

ep2 pt1 - 7:17

23.5 degrees time stamps:

ep7 pt1 - 12:41

ep8 pt2 - 0:41

ep10 pt2 - 9:34

3. only jokin’ - got jax

bad buddy timestamps:

ep2 pt4 - 13:31

23.5 degrees timestamps:

ep3 pt3 - 7:58

ep8 pt1 - 1:21

4. retro today - alexandra woodward

bad buddy timestamps:

ep1 pt2 - 6:49

ep7 pt1 - 3:08

23.5 degrees timestamps:

ep1 pt2 - 4:16

ep3 pt1 - 3:11

ep3 pt2 - 15:10

ep8 pt1 - 10:16

5. someone i’ll never be – the grateful 7

bad buddy timestamps:

ep2 pt3 - 2:17

ep5 pt1 - 5:55

ep12 pt3 - 11:30

23.5 degrees timestamps:

ep1 pt1 - 9:08

ep8 pt2 - 6:32