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independent,  somewhat selective  single  -  muse  blog  for   JAX  from  gooseworx's  THE  AMAZING  DIGITAL  CIRCUS !   i am not affiliated with the TADC RPC as a whole. i follow to interact, not to collect / become a number / hoard, &. i hope this sentiment can be returned.  abstracted by 𝙼𝙰𝚇 —— she / they, 26.   created  in august of 2025. please  note  that  activity  will  forever  be  in  a  fluctuating  state,  &. is subject to have changes at any time .ᐟ duplicate,  oc,   canon,   &. crossover  friendly! promo curated by circusroyal. ♡

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an  independent  &  highly  selective  interpretation  of  SABURAI  ITO  from  the  franchise  BEASTARS.     this  blog  is   ONLY   made  for  those  who  are   OVER  THE  AGE  OF  EIGHTEEN,      no   minors   will  be  permitted  on  the  blog.    EXTREME  GORE  &  HORROR  SUBJECTS  will  be  present  on  this  blog;  please  do  not  follow  if  you  are  not  comfortable  with  these  topics.  i  DO  NOT  condone  the  actions  of  the  character  written  here;  his  actions  do  not  reflect  the  writer  of  this  blog.  he  is  a  VILLAIN  &  shall  be  treated  as  such. written by JAK.

we owe hell a big apology! ╲ an independent and mutuals only blog for emily from hazbin hotel. canon compliant with headcanons sprinkled in. please like or reblog this post if you're interested in interacting ( and maybe share it because I don't wanna make a new promo right now and these seem waaaay easier). adored by evie (30, she/her).

❝ hah .ᐟ that's for me to know. can't go spillin' all my tricks. ❞ it was a nice change of pace for the bartender. he was so used to dealing with bottom of the barrel patrons that he was skeptical when he wanted to see card tricks. it wasn't exactly hidden knowledge that he was a fallen overlord—— &. it certainly wasn't new that he got taunted. this felt genuine, though. husk could tell by the sparkle in splenda's eyes. ❝ these are just my beginner tricks. learned 'em from my dad. ❞ he pours another drink for the other &. slides it across the bar top. ❝ here. on the house. drink that up, &. i got one that'll really blow your mind. ❞

"Livin' might mean takin' chances, but they're worth takin'... Lovin' might be a mistake, but it's worth makin'!"

❝ you don't know half of it, doll. ❞ there's no bite to his tone like usual, instead, more of a defeatist attitude to the statement. if love was a mistake, he was the main perpetrator of it. he's loved &. lost. though ... the latter part felt more true than the former. the love he allowed to blossom, to nurture. it slipped right through his fingers as soon has he had a hold on it. one of his ear flicks as his eyes dart around the vacant lobby—— all the inhabitants retired to their rooms for the night.

❝ why are you here, anyways ? charlie ain't around to talk. &. you got more important things to do than talk to a sad drunk at his own bar. ❞ the statement's accentuated by the pop of a cork, bringing the gin to his lips before taking a gluttonous glug from the bottle. this was what love was to him. it's all love ever has been to him—— all this time. ❝ i'm surprised you're even down here. not everyone's allegiances to the vees &. their own vices ain't broken. i'd know. ❞