Tadc Caine and others
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The Melodic Strings of Her "Self" by Dr_Fanatic
Fandoms: The Amazing Digital Circus (Web Series)
23 Dec 2023
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After months spent trapped in the digital circus, Pomni was coming to... "adapt" to her situation. The fires of her desire to leave were not as hot anymore, and she had fallen into some routines to keep herself sane - even made some close friends! However, with this acceptance of things, she has started to question her identity - the effect of her lost memories. It's begun to eat away at her, causing her no shortage of mental torment.
She has nothing from before this life - not even her name. She wonders if there is any way to reclaim any parts of her past - to help stave off the encroaching madness... And her prayers may just be answered, with Caine's latest adventure. One that might just remind her a bit of an old, musical hobby of hers.
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Ragatha has hit her breaking point, and so has Pomni.
It's time to get back at Jax for all he's done to them…
And what better way than to take revenge?
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TADC Fic request book!!! by errorlessvoid
Fandoms: The Amazing Digital Circus (Web Series)
09 Dec 2023
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I take requests for Tadc fics!! I will pretty much write anything! Ships are fine but i'm better at friendships.
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New Life in a Digital World by Dragonqueen5900
Fandoms: The Amazing Digital Circus (Web Series)
11 Dec 2023
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Zooble was the character to arrive right before Pomni. This story will follow them when they first arrive, and as they learn to live in the Digital Circus.
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Pomni sits up slowly, carefully, expecting the room to spin around her in a dizzying flurry like it had done every day before that, but it doesn’t. Another dose of relief flows through her, and she lets out an eased sigh at that solace. One of her hands goes up to brush her hair out from her eyes—and that’s when she feels it.
There’s…something sticking out of her head.
Pomni jolts. She lurches out of bed—only to fall heavily to the floor when her legs get snagged in her blankets. She’s quick to recover and scrambles up, skittering over to her mirror. In the reflection in the glass, she stares at the offending protuberance.
It’s…a horn.
Scream.
A simple headache becomes so much more than that.
OR: The jester gets dehorned?! (NOT CLICKBAIT) (GONE WRONG)
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Day Eleven - Infection
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