Most of the stuff I made here are GuardianView AU related Still new here but I'm getting a hang of using this app ehe Go ahead and ask me, I'll try to answer it however I can
Dr. Heathrow : It's lovely being an uncle, both children are wonderful and have their own quirks. I helped care for Chloe alongside Looey during her pregnancies, especially with all her food cravings, haha. I'm truly glad to see my sister and her family are healthy and happy.
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((I assume this is regarding @enauwutss 's posts about the MindBlown fan children?
Disclaimer though, her post is about the original Dandy's World OC and NOT the GuardianView AU version. I know it's a lil confusing since they're siblings in that AU but not sibs in the original universe so don't worry about it!))
((So for funsies, here's OG Fritz's opinion on Chloe's babies :D))
Fritz : Uncle? I don't have any siblings. Oh, you mean Chloe's children? They're alright, they act like their respective parents, they're polite, and I admit they're cute too. I wouldn't say I'm close with Chloe but she's a good toon. Her husband on the other hand-
Night time in Gardenview, when all the toons slumber and rest, where crickets and snoring fill in the silence. However, one toon lay tossing and turning. The toon which guards the night for others, but no one to guard himself.
'Who are you...?' The thought echoes silently in the darkness as the figure stood there with it's back turned to the moon. He can't move nor speak, his body frozen and stiff as if turned to stone. 'What is happening? Why can't I-'
"You're not supposed to be here." A chilling voice rang out as the moon toon's vision blurred and the world darkens around him. The flower before him slowly turns it's head, the air turning suffocating as if breathing in static. Yet the moon was held in place, unable to move, unable to look away, unable to run.
"Leave."
"You're not meant to see this."
"You should've forgotten."
"Wake. Up."
The room is filled with desperate gasps for fresh air, finally waking up from the strange dreadful nightmare. Astro takes a moment to stare at the ceiling, gripping his chest where his beating heart is racing as if trying to escape. His head filled with questions begging to be answered as he slowly sits up in his bed, hoping it would help him gather his thoughts.
"Who was that...?" Were the only words that escaped his lips, the only question lingering in his mind as he holds his aching head. He's never seen a flower toon like that before and yet deep in his heart he felt the strange feeling of familiarity. He could only hope to find answers in the morning. Astro knows one thing for certain, something isn't right in Gardenview.
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[Part 2 | coming soon!]
((As promised in the poll I made, I'll be posting the 2 part comic I made for my random AU with not much plot! Wanted to put it all in one pose but the damn 10 pic limit AAAAA
I tried to make it more interesting by adding story elements so enjoy the read!))
Sorry I haven't been very active as of late; I've been working on Red Phoenix things behind the scenes between other things going on in my personal life (like possibly getting a new job today wish me luck <:))) )
To make it up to y'all here is the first bit of Fireblight chapter 3! Some food for y'all till I can complete stuff. Enjoy!!!
Then, he awoke with a start.
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Β Β Β Β Β He couldn't remember much after he collapsed on the rocky floor. He was just so exhausted he couldn't take it anymore. His legs ached. His head burned. His stomach hurt from hunger. He could barely focus. His sleep was plagued by dreams of darkness; of shadows that chased him down relentlessly. There were sparse moments of consciousness before being pulled back into the depths. Sometimes he was alone, other times there was someone with him but he never had enough mental clarity to gauge who or what they were. His own mind dragged him back under before he could grab ahold of the focus to wake up. A prison of his own making, really. What was he thinking? He wasnβt. He wasnβt acting on his own volition. Just anger. And now look at where he is now. Hurt, alone, and trapped in his own mind. He didnβt have anyone to blame for this but himself. He doesnβt know if he deserves it or not; tossing blame to whoever made sense to. Even at himself. Especially at himself. What a failure he is. Maybe he deserves this.
Β Β Β Β Β He jolted awake to the sound of yelling from somewhere near. Muffled, but enough to startle him out of the deep slumber that had its hold on him. Whoever made them sounded angry. He didn't dare move, not even to fully look around the room he's in or sink further in the blankets he now finds himself in. It isn't long after finally waking up that a familiar pain sets in though it's noticeably stronger than before: hunger. It clawed at his middle practically begging for relief. When the yelling had quieted down, he hastily dragged himself to the side of the bed and practically lunged himself off it. He quickly hides under the bed, knocking over a plastic cup in the process, and huddles in the back corner. While he felt safer in the darkness his stomach still hurt from the emptiness. He couldn't help but curl around himself.
Β Β Β Β Β That's when the door opened. He can't see much of who it is from under the bed but he could see four metal legs that seem to be attached to the same body. The person stands in the doorway for a moment before walking inside and picking up the cup he knocked onto the floor. His stomach turned again, making a grumbling noise as it did so. He squeezes himself tighter as an attempt to manage the pain but it does nothing to help. When he looks up again, the metal figure who came into the room is leaning down against the bed and has lifted up the part of the blanket that hung over the edge and is looking right at him.
βWhat's going on with you?β
It takes a moment for him to find his voice, quiet and shaky in his reply, β... f-food..."
βWhat?β
β... hungryβ¦ hurtsβ¦β he squeaks. The strange metal golem then understands what he needs now.
βAlright. Stay put.β
Β Β Β Β Β The metal golem stands up again and walks out the door, closing it behind him. He is left alone again with hunger again. His knees held against his chest with two of his long arms, his other two squeezed around his middle tighter in an attempt to deal with the pain. He sits there in agony for what feels like hours though in reality it's a few minutes before the metal golem returns. A plate of warm, reddish brown cylinders that smell vaguely like cooked meat. He doesn't hesitate to grab a couple and shove them into his mouth ravenously. The golem flinches back in surprise as a clawed black hand reaches out as soon as the food is within reach. A couple times he choked on the food but he adjusted his throat to accommodate for the bigger chunks. It isn't long before the plate is empty and with it some relief from the hunger. He no longer holds onto himself, now laying somewhat limp on the floor.
β... Do you want more food?β
He lifts his head up to look at the golem before quietly yet eagerly responding, βYes, yes please.β
The metal golem takes the plate up off the floor and walks out of the room with it, shutting the door behind him once again.
Someone here really thinks they are part of the team. Though in all seriousness, this is the most diabolical and meanest team up to ever existβALL the bones will be broken...
Midnight (Host of the Poll) by @thesknight
Green Blur/Speed Daemon by @the3newtoons
Satria by @enauwutss
Noir & BerryFast (GuardianView AU) by @aydentew3102
Horaz, son of Dyle the steady train conductor and Yatta the daring circus acrobat, lived between two worlds. By day, he helped his father keep the trains running with discipline and pride. But in his heart, the thrill of soaring through the air called to him - a passion inherited from his mother.
Horaz had a quirk where danger made his blood race with uncontrollable excitement, and he struggled to keep the calm composure his father taught him.
One day, his cousin Corey appeared with an offer: join the grand circus play. At first Horaz hesitated, torn between duty and desire. But when the cousins performed together, their act was breathtaking - an acrobatic dance of daring and trust that left the crowd roaring.
Now, Horaz stands at a crossroads: remain the reliable conductor his father raised, or leap into the spotlight where his true passion waits.