Hi, it’s A.J. from Tiktok. I’m very happiness to have found you, I was wondering why you haven’t posted on Tiktok recently, sorry if you already addressed this. Also I politely demand that you take breaks, please.
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To be honest, Dandy's World is not my main fandom; I am still very active on Tumblr, primarily on my main account.
I simply got bored and did not want to continue. And that's how it will probably stay.
It was fun being part of this little fandom. Sorry if this is not the answer you were looking for.
Don't be expecting any more Dandy's World content from me. There are a lot of amazing creators out there to follow >:]
Another comic for class that I painted with markers. This time it’s Shrimpo escaping from his Adapted counterpart by slapping the hell out of it with the brick-
… Guess Shrimpo having a crush wasn’t clear for everyone, oops~ Can’t blame Flyte, been a long while since he came around, a lot has happened, and he is still a bit lost in the plot of all things…
Bug Siblings!!! Shrimpo was adopted dghjkldghljdgfd Flyte cried when handed Flutter, and cried when handed Shrimpo; all the same, he adores both his younger siblings and took great care of them when he was around.
He also cried when Shrimpo told him he hates him for the first time. He expected to see his little brother excel at being a Lifeguard, but instead, he found this bitter bully.
After the Chlorine incident, Finn was created to replace Shrimpo. This new, charismatic character, who did not need to breathe and could stay underwater for as long as he wanted, quickly gained popularity and the love of the kids he instructed.
That was supposed to be Shrimpo; they had made him for that role, taught him pool safety, taught him about sea creatures, and… puns about them. All that just to see someone be better at it while he was forgotten, bitter.
A good, unsuspecting morning swim in the pool later became an eventful afternoon, the chlorine producing an almost fatal disaster out of Shrimpo’s gills and lungs when it came in contact with the Ichor inside him.
He was saved, but the damage had been done in more ways than one, forever changing his future in Gardenview.
Heh, little poster? Maybe? dunno how much their creators would know about this ability. Probably not enough to make a poster and get to write a script for an episode-
I’m wondering if the other Mains should have special powers like Astro does. For example, Sprout makes plants grow way faster, or there could be some other little quirks like those. I don’t know. It could be a fun little concept to think about; maybe I’ll explore that later.
More on Dream Realm Astro. I am having fun with his design; it is simple, yet it makes sense for him. Don’t need to over-complicate it to get the idea that he is like a dragon across. He goes around in dreams in this form, staying out of view, and jumps onto other dreams to check and intervene if needed. The dreams are these shiny spheres he keeps in check and moves into.
Thinking about Astro, loving the idea of making his Dream Form something different as he goes around taking care of everyone’s dream. And for some reason I decided to try some Pixel art for the first time so uhhhh-
(Small little snipet of when cl Shrimpo meets with tw og Shrimpo)
Meeting the original
His steps pounded on the concrete floor as he dashed through the decrepit halls. It was barely audible over the thunderous crashing behind him. The chase was going on for too long. Shrimpo panted as he turned a sharp corner, taking another bite from a chocolate bar to give him a boost of desperately needed speed as he continued his frenzied dash.
Astro was already dead, caught by surprise by the same beast hunting him down. There was no warning before the hulking monsters claws had come crashing down. The toon was nothing more than an ichor stain within seconds. One scarlet eye glared at shrimpo. Time seemed frozen as they stared at each other. The moment broken by a guteral roar from the beast as it charged, barely missing the small shrimp as he darted around the corner letting the lumbering beast smash into the wall before it gave chase.
It showed no signs of stopping no matter how many corners shrimpo turned or how much distance he put between them.
The beast continued its hunt.
Shrimpo continued to run.
Supplies hurriedly snatched from the ground could only help him for so long. Soon they would run out. Or it would be to far a distance between them.
Or Shrimpo could run into a corner.
Dread pooled in his gut as Shrimpo realized he ran into a dead end. He swung around, ready to make a dash for the door. But it was too late.
Shrimpos claws crumpled the files clutched in his hands as he watched the beast pause in the doorway. The one way out.
It was huge, the spikes decorating its spine nearly reached the top of the doorframe. It stood on four legs, its forelegs ending in talons the were easily the same size as he was. Ichor dripped from its face in a neverending ooze as it snarled, its face seeming to tear in two to recreate a fanged mouth that had since been lost to the black substance coating it. Its own breathes came out in pants as it took a slow step forwards, a low, wet snarl coming from deep in its chest.
It looked like him. Like one of the twisted creatures that wore his face.
But it was wrong.
It was worse.
Its claws left deep gouges in the flooring and the frame of the door splintered as it easily forced its way into the room.
Shrimpo couldn’t stop the trembling in his legs as he took a step back. And another. With each step the monster took he backed up the same. Until his spine met the wall. His tail was pinned between his legs and his antenna folded down along his head as he stared into the scarlet eye of the monster.
He was cornered.
It knew it.
Time seemed to slow once again as the beast seemed to rear back, preparing its final strike.
But the moment was broken was again.
A bark echoed through the room.
Shrimpo never thought he could feel anymore fright, anymore dread than he had been. He was wrong. He glanced away from the predator. He looked down towards his feet.
It was Brick.
Brick. His dog. His best friend and closest companion. His small, brick sized pet was standing between him and the large predator snarling and barking at it.
Shrimpo dropped the papers in his hands and quickly snatched Brick off the ground. Hugging the brick as he tried to press himself further into the wall.
But the beast didn’t attack. It paused, breathing heavily as it stared at the shivering dog. Seconds stretched to minutes as the the twisted beast seemed to calm. It lowered its claws, the spikes on its back flattetened.
Brick seemed to sense its lowering aggression, his fearful snarls turning to confused whines.
The beast shuffled closer, lowering its head gently to snuffle at the pet brick. Brick returned the treatment, sniffing the monster and perking up at the scent.
Shrimpo didn’t care. Shrimpo wanted to leave.
Moving slowly shrimpo reached towards the ground to snatch the dropped documents. He kept his eyes locked on the now docile beast as he took careful steps around it, heading to the door.
It turned with him. Its eyes stayed locked on Brick.
As Shrimpo took a step out the door, still facing the creature it took a step as well. He froze.
It stoped too.
He took a step.
It took a step.
It never attacked.
Keeping an eye on the predator trailing after him, shrimpo slowly moved towards a machine. He needed to finish it to open the elevator, to get back home, to get away from this monster without dieing and loosing so much.
He needed to put Brick down to do the machine.
With a glance to the hulking beast he gently set the pet brick down, watching to see what it did.
Brick quickly shook himself off, his paper ears flapping before prancing over to the twisted shrimp. The beasts eyes tracked the small brick and it settled on its stomach with a heavy thud.
Seeing that it wasn’t going to try anything Shrimpo turned back to the machine. It took longer than he usually took. His shaking hands made it hard to turn the wheel and couldn’t concentrate as he kept turning back to check on the monster behind him.
With a ding the machine filled and the elevator opened.
Shrimpo could hear the clock ticking as he looked again at his ‘audience’. The monster seemed unbothered by panic time.
With careful steps Shrimpo approached them, keeping a close eye on it as he grabbed his dog.
He paused for a second, staring at the monstrous, twisted reflection. Then he ran.
He could hear the scrable of claws and tearing of flooring as the beast got up and took chase once more.
Skidding around a corner shrimpo made the final dash for the elevator. Skidding as he crossed its barrier and swiftly turned around.
The beast stopped itself as it reached the elevator. Never crossing the line on the floor.
Shrimpo only got a short look at it before the doors slammed shut and he collapsed to the ground.
