that-asshole-jackrabbit

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🌀 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a recurring dream or nightmare ?

Yes. On nights where it’s especially difficult to sleep, or when there had been a less than kind death for him in one of Caine’s Adventures.

He dreams of strings attached to all of his limbs. Glowing, terrifying points of contact that make him feel trapped. No matter how much he struggles to break free he still is manipulated and moved in a way the Puppetmaster wants him to move. He dances. Sings. Does stupid things he’d never even dream of doing.. but he does them because the Puppetmaster wants him to.

And the one pulling the strings? I don’t think I need to clarify who would be on the other end.

Those nights wake him in a cold sweat, unable to get any rest until morning. Where the cycle picks up again.

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6-HYDOUaXuQ for Jax

What was this? A silly little video some gray face wanted him to watch? His eyes narrow as he clicks the YouTube link.

“Fine, but if this is a virus Im smashing my phone to bits.”

Okay. Having his emotions all on display like this feels so.. violating. But what could he do? It’s not like the video necessarily was a lie. And knowing that his actions had spurred all this on? His chest puffs out a little.

These girls are too damn cute. But he wasn’t about to say something like that aloud.

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Oh no.

Jax has ideas.

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Send 'sinful ideas' + the lewdest, kinkiest ideas you have about my muse for my muse to react to it!

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YOU SON OF A—

HEY CAINE.

COME AT ME SCRUB-LORD IM RIPPED.

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HEY CAINE.

COME AT ME SCRUB-LORD IM RIPPED.

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“That’s it. I’m punchin’ the Teeth.”

He crosses his arms over his chest.

“Who do I need to punch?”

"Wh-Wh...? No, no! It's fine! S'not even that bad...m'sure it was an accident."

Pomni winced, staring down at her leg that was glitching. The pain was obvious on her face every time her avatars leg fizzled and cracked like an old video game sprite.

"We were all running from that T-Rex, not just Gangle. If anything it's Caine's fault for this stupid adventure and I'd rather not him poof you our of existence. I'll b-be okay...I think."

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“Shut up.”

His tone left no room for debate. His ears perk and move in the semi darkness they’d found themselves in. He could hear.. something. But the rabbit couldn’t quite make out what it was.

Jax thumps his foot a few times as a warning sound to whatever was lurking in the shades.

“Stay behind me.”

"Wh- Jax?" Gangle wasn't used to this behavior from the purple rabbit, especially since he usually liked to go out of his way to make her miserable. Today's adventure was exploring a jungle to find a mysterious lost temple and recover the treasure that was hidden within. There had been warnings from the local villagers that dangerous wild animals lurked within, but Gangle hadn't spotted any yet. Had Jax seen something?

"What's wrong?"

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Protective Friends Starters

Requested by: @naosh-of-muses

Feel free to change however you see fit!

TW: Some of these lines may not demonstrate healthy friendships/relationships

“Are they bothering you?”

“Don’t worry, I got your back.”

“You really had me worried.”

“Hey! Don’t do that!”

“I’m just.. worried about you, okay?”

“Hey, what happened to you?”

“I’m here to listen if you need to.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll deal with them.”

“I’d fight for you.”

“Is that the person who broke your heart?”

“You know I’d do anything for you.”

“Watch out!”

“I’m sorry, I’m just tired of seeing you get hurt over and over again by the same idiot.”

“Let me walk with you, something’s off about him/her/them.”

“Alright, so who made you cry?”

“Who do I need to punch?”

“You’re worried about me? I’ve been worried about you!”

“What did he/she/they do to you?!”

“You should eat something!”

“Want some advice?”

“Here, let me help you out.”

“Your parents giving you trouble again? You can stay over at my place.”

“You can spend the night at my place if you’re still worried.”

“Stay behind me.”

“You don’t look so good.”

“I’m not jealous! I’m just concerned.”

“You need to be more careful!”

“What are you doing? That’s not safe!”

“Hey, they call me the mom friend for a reason.”

“They’re not worth your time.”

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Is this extremely out of character? Yeah

Do i care? Not really

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Watching Pomni enjoy his little slice of paradise among the chaos of the Circus was enough to knock the wind from his lungs. As if she embodied the genuine happy spirit that he once lost. Now it’s all masks and humor.

He forces air into his lungs, following the girl he’d come to know over the last few weeks. But Jax had one more trick up his sleeve. Once the door is securely shut behind him he takes a few steps forward. All at once Jax takes a leap, flying through the air as if launching from a trampoline. It took just a few jumps to reach her side, flopping in the warm sand.

“For some reason the gravity in this room is like jumping on the moon!” He cackles.

Jax grinned down at the Jester, pulling a key from his overalls pocket. Quick as a flash the door is unlocked and pushed open. And what was before them was something out of a dream.

Inside the door the place is also night time. But it’s different. Far different. The scent of saltwater air fills their senses. Jax steps in and takes a deep breath. What expanded before them was a large, open grassy field. And in the distance they can hear rolling waves, crashing and licking the sand in a familiar way. The farthest point to their north sat a Lighthouse, but it seemed only half complete. The content inside nearly looked like the real world.

“Paradise.” He responds, a calm coming over him.

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// I got three of the animatez and got these BABIES

I got two Gangle,,,,

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M A S K I N G

experimental animation I made, I barely if ever animate LMAO And the one time I do it's this idiot. Procreate crashed & deleted all coloring frames so I just lazily re-did them. :']

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Jax grinned down at the Jester, pulling a key from his overalls pocket. Quick as a flash the door is unlocked and pushed open. And what was before them was something out of a dream.

Inside the door the place is also night time. But it’s different. Far different. The scent of saltwater air fills their senses. Jax steps in and takes a deep breath. What expanded before them was a large, open grassy field. And in the distance they can hear rolling waves, crashing and licking the sand in a familiar way. The farthest point to their north sat a Lighthouse, but it seemed only half complete. The content inside nearly looked like the real world.

“Paradise.” He responds, a calm coming over him.

Without realizing it in the moment, his feet are moving in the direction of a door sacred to Jax. A spot in the Circus that few knew about and even fewer he shared it with. Did he really want to show her his spot? Maybe by doing this he could maybe save what little friendship they had. Make things easier.

After all it would be easy to yell at her. Scream. But when the silence isn’t as awkward as he thought it would be he feels his mask slipping.

He slows his stride, preferring to keep in time with the mini jester.

“Walk at night? Yeah. Most of this place is downright crazy. But.. doors like this?”

His paws stop suddenly, standing at the precipice of a large ornate door.

“Make it bearable. Even a little bit.”

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Without realizing it in the moment, his feet are moving in the direction of a door sacred to Jax. A spot in the Circus that few knew about and even fewer he shared it with. Did he really want to show her his spot? Maybe by doing this he could maybe save what little friendship they had. Make things easier.

After all it would be easy to yell at her. Scream. But when the silence isn’t as awkward as he thought it would be he feels his mask slipping.

He slows his stride, preferring to keep in time with the mini jester.

“Walk at night? Yeah. Most of this place is downright crazy. But.. doors like this?”

His paws stop suddenly, standing at the precipice of a large ornate door.

“Make it bearable. Even a little bit.”

The scared look in her pinwheel eyes tugs at his chest. He didn’t like what he said earlier. But he had to push her away like that. She’s getting too close. Too near to his heart. He can’t lose another person if he pushes everyone away before it happens.

But Pomni is different.

And it makes it that much harder to deny his feelings and his resolve.

The rabbit shrugs his shoulders as they walk, showing no sign of any fight in him. Perhaps he’s still mentally drained from earlier.

“I guess I don’t mind. And yeah. The Circus feels like a whole different beast when it’s dark.”

The conversation is light. He doesn’t want to make the same mistake by over sharing again.

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♚ + carrot

Jax stares at the bright orange vegetable in his glove.

“This better be a joke. HA HA. I GET IT, IMMA RABBIT!”

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The scared look in her pinwheel eyes tugs at his chest. He didn’t like what he said earlier. But he had to push her away like that. She’s getting too close. Too near to his heart. He can’t lose another person if he pushes everyone away before it happens.

But Pomni is different.

And it makes it that much harder to deny his feelings and his resolve.

The rabbit shrugs his shoulders as they walk, showing no sign of any fight in him. Perhaps he’s still mentally drained from earlier.

“I guess I don’t mind. And yeah. The Circus feels like a whole different beast when it’s dark.”

The conversation is light. He doesn’t want to make the same mistake by over sharing again.

Jax stumbles forward just a touch with the impact of Pomni’s bump. The rabbit is still rather prickly from their fight earlier. As much as he doesn’t want to admit it, the exchange affected him. And he hates it. His ears shift and finally fall slack against his head.

With a long frustrated sigh that he puts on just for show, the Lagomorph turns to face the mini jester. Once again his chauvinistic grin and the same amused eyes greet her form. A mask. A mask that is safe. Predictable.

“You following me, short stuff?”