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My Circus, My Monkie

Summary:

Pomni is grieving. Her pain feels quiet, lingering; unexpected in a way that makes her skin crawl.

It doesn’t make sense. The circus is filled with more hope and love than ever before… but… the checkered floors and technicolor hallways feel naggingly empty…

Without him.

And after everything, there’s still nothing stopping new minds from entering in.

Notes:

Chapter 1: Author’s Note

Notes:

John 14:6 | Romans 10:9-13

I do not condone the use of my writing in training AI or LLM programs.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Is this fic a gift in the traditional sense? Probably not?? I’m not actually sure what the proper internet etiquette is…

It’s more of a: “Wow, you really inspired me to write and share this story! It would’ve forever collected dust in my Google docs if it weren’t for you!” type thing. I’m so inspired by how Bess* interprets and builds upon these characters in a really creative way. So… why not skip the perfectionist melodrama and follow in the great Leggo’s footsteps??

Thus, I present the entirely self-indulgent mishmash of thought-provoking rabbitholes that is this fic. (Yikes that sentence is a mouthful)

Just to preface the story gently, there is discussion regarding suicidal intent. Somewhat expected from anything focusing on abstraction, but still. Always remember that you are precious, fearfully and wonderfully made; so please, be kind to yourself. We’re rooting for you, so please prioritize your mental health! (Especially on a website full of silly lil stories written by strangers on the interwebs… genuine pain and discomfort will never be “worth it” here)

Additionally, I’m not writing from a place of personal experience. At least, I’ve never been clinical. So, most of the references are vague and colored with my own flickering thoughts regarding the matter. Trusted, professional help is always encouraged.

I promise none of this will be graphic! Nothing ends in tragedy either; it’s all very “angst as the set-up for fluff.” Hopefully that helps you make an informed decision. I agape you, and I hope you enjoy!

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But also… BESS I AM SO NERVOUS TO SHARE THIS NOW I hope you still like it even if it isn’t a “proper ao3 gift,” I still have no idea what that means… But you are ridiculously inspirational and I look forward to your fic updates more than any of my other tadc bookmarks… Okay, I’m done, I’m done. I’m fine. I hope you like it!! 😊💛


Artist Corner

Basically accommodating Bess’s lack of an instagram account. Featuring fanart for both of our stories!

Original Character Design: ⭐️

Ragatha & My Favorite Kitten: 💙

Quick lil lore: Macaque was blinded and killed by his brother. Once resurrected, the monkey’s golden right eye turned a milky white. He usually disguises his disability with a spell called glamour. Also, dude is totally the black cat of the team.

Croakaine Chapters 5 & 10: 💚

Notes:

*Ha! I know your favorite color now~ Gotta be careful with sharing something so personal on the internet, it might cause an Australian extremist to put a centipede under your pillow…