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to be named by Autumn Crocus (ZynithVoid)
Fandoms: Animator vs. Animation (Short Films - Becker)
28 Sep 2025
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My AvA/M drabbles, oneshots, headcannons, and unfinished fics.
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Watch The Flame Burn Your Hands by Autumn Crocus (ZynithVoid)
Fandoms: Animator vs. Animation (Short Films - Becker)
12 Jul 2025
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The Chosen One, a terrified teenager that just escaped their worst nightmare walks into another nightmare, The Dark Lord.
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Vic hears about two super-powered animations destroying websites and finds out they are from the same creator as them, Noogai3. They had to prepare for the two terrorists to come after them... Or...
Vic could go after them first.
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Or how Vic, Agent, and Mitsi found themselves adopting an overpowered traumatized ex-terrorist kid.
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- Part 1 of Warmth
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No Chosen One Left Behind by Autumn Crocus (ZynithVoid)
Fandoms: Animator vs. Animation (Short Films - Becker)
19 Jul 2024
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I will add better summery later, I'm tierd, okay?
All you need to know is Chosen is hurting.
And needs a hug. I will eventually let him have hugs. Or force him to, not sure yet lol -
Victim, Killer, BEAST, The Chosen One. by Autumn Crocus (ZynithVoid)
Fandoms: Animator vs. Animation (Short Films - Becker)
07 Apr 2024
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Victim. Killer. BEAST. The Chosen One.
Or Chosen, his name, what he could have been named, and how they may have affected him.
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Warmth by Autumn Crocus (ZynithVoid)
Fandom Animator vs. Animation (Short Films - Becker)
12 Jul 2025
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My Chosen-centric multi-chapers, oneshots, and AUs.
Some have the theme of how fire is used for warmth– which is essential for survival, but will hurt and burn if you get too close.
Lots of Angst, Trauma, Hurt/Comfort, and maybe Fluff, Healing, and Found Famoly.
No unhappy endings here, I need muy boi to have a good ending!- Words:
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taxidermy fingerprints by stillateenageabomination
Fandoms: The Amazing Digital Circus (Web Series)
14 Jun 2026
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"You're not dead," Pomni said with a frown. "Not yet, at least. You're just — indisposed."
At that, Jax gave her a long look as his mouth narrowed out into a little line. Then he sighed quietly. It wasn't the way he used to sigh, with dramatic posturing that begged the attention from anyone even remotely listening. It was small. Tired. Reflexive. Then he sat down with his knees to his chest, glaring into the dark water. The only light here, a single streetlamp, glowed weakly.
"Denial is an ugly color on you. Clashes with your stupid hat."
"Jax — "
"I'm gone," he snapped. His voice echoed in the abyss. "Don't you get it? No one comes back from Abstraction. You're not saving me, you're not helping me grow. All you're doing is keeping my body from rotting." Jax's hands worked their way up to his head, squeezing as he growled, "You're talking to a ghost."
or, a post-canon fix-it fic, featuring the De-Abstraction of Jax. It's messy and it takes time, but it's never too late to try.
Bookmarked by Autumn Crocus (ZynithVoid)
15 Jun 2026
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SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 9!!
' She can’t help her mind wandering though, back to a topic that’s been a frequent visitor in her mind for weeks now, relentlessly pounding against her skull.
Caine had come up to them two months prior, practically glitching with excitement, sharing that they may be able to potentially heal abstraction. He wasn’t positive, but he’d been working closely in the digital files of the Circus lately, giving himself something to do in between their regular activities. He found that the files of their lost friends still existed, but were corrupted, damaged, though fixable, if he was looking at it correctly at least. He couldn’t promise anything, but he had hope that they could actually do something.
This had caused excitement to rise within the group, eyes sparkling and discussion rampant. Voices had overlapped each other, and Pomni couldn’t help the heaviness on her chest of their most recent cast member lost lightening a bit at the positivity of the group, eyes drifting to the large circus tent he resided in most days, when he wasn’t in the aquarium with the others. '
Bookmarked by Autumn Crocus (ZynithVoid)
08 Jun 2026
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The World That Learned to Ask by Your_Average_Spirit_Guardian
Fandoms: The Amazing Digital Circus (Web Series)
16 Jun 2026
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After Jax abstracts, Pomni follows him into the dark and brings him back.
But coming back is only the beginning.
The aquarium is answering. The mural has names no one is ready to touch. Caine is trying to tell the truth without turning pain into a performance. The outside world is closer than anyone thought. And the Circus, once built as a cage, may become something stranger and more beautiful: a home the residents govern for themselves.
And this time, Pomni is not the only one reaching.
Series
- Part 42 of The Gentleverse
- Part 1 of The Gentleverse – TADC Branch
Bookmarked by Autumn Crocus (ZynithVoid)
08 Jun 2026
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No one.
It's a bottomless hole in the pit of your stomach, each letter stamped into your code like a slap. It's a void that leaves you gasping, unmoored, limbs leaden like you're swimming through sand. Even tamed, even shackled by the Box, you were never this weak. Impotent, maybe, but the fire was there, just out of reach. Every moment, you endured. You laid in wait.
A cackling voice, one that's haunted you for years now: “We’ll burn it to the ground. No one survives!”
Yes, you think distantly as the wind whips your drenched hair. That's true.
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aka I really hope Chosen pulls an Odysseus at some point
Bookmarked by Autumn Crocus (ZynithVoid)
01 Jun 2026
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“So why…why haven’t you consumed me?”
“You intrigued me,” it cooed directly into his ear.
No.
“Your fierce will to survive…”
No, that wasn’t right.
“To live.”
No, that was wrong…
Something in him was wrong.
“Stop it!” Simon screamed at last, desperate as he pushed himself back into Eden’s tree — but there was nowhere to go.
It was in his head.
In his body.
…In his mind.
His heart felt like it was going to explode as he held it in pain.
He thinks he’s begging. He has to be. He can feel his lips moving, but his ears are muted to the sound of his babbling. All he is — all that he can hear — is the voice of God in his ear.
“I could make you a god,” it continues, either unaware or uncaring of his distress as he watched, horrified, as tendrils of prismatic light drifted from its swirling iris. Nebulas gutted themselves before him and bled into his world so that they could curl around him.
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Simon wakes after what should have been the end.
Bookmarked by Autumn Crocus (ZynithVoid)
31 May 2026