Anyway, this is based off a lil thought I had.
The cartoon that exists within the DW universe depicts the toons .. cartoonishly, of course. Felt like drawing the difference between (how I imagine) cartoon Finn and the actual toon Finn that you'd (in theory) get to meet in-person.
Note I do not do digital art very often so please .. just bear with me here LOL
Voila .. my favorite silly. This is the most effort I've put into anything in like forever, so uhhm.
Reblogs/likes/etc appreciated!! I was shadowbanned for over a year and I'm just now able to actually interact with the world so hey, feel free to say hi <:3
Astro design!! Very hyperfixated on this dude.
Nothing particularly noteworthy about it, he's just a critter. Didn't really feel anything too dramatic for his design so I just went with whatever.
Once again I was shadowbanned for over a year, so any interaction is appreciated! I don't bite :3
Heeeyyy Dandy's World fandom .. how about a lil teaser for an update? This fic has remained untouched since last November, and it's long overdue for chapter 6, soo ...
Here's a little snippet from Chapter 6 of Forward Again, writing courtesy of my best friend @lanixxwrites! Beware spoilers!
The world was back in rhythm in his mind and now he could actually focus with a level head. “So Boxten’s all clear?” Sprout questioned, staring down at Cosmo. The toon grimaced, giving him a so-so expression.
“It’s hard to tell,” Cosmo replied. “I’m sure he wasn’t infected, but his injuries may be more psychological than physical. I’m sure there’s some trauma to dissect after having survived so long alone on that floor with… uhm, Shelly.”
Sprout nodded, batting his eyes at the mention of Shelly. He grimaced, reminded again of the state she was in. He sighed. Would they see her again? Were the others mains like that? Would Sprout turn into something entirely different from his conscious form and become a monster that comes after his friends? After Cosmo? He shuddered at the thought and hugged him as a reaching source for comfort. “Right, Shelly…” Sprout whispered, eyes falling back to the floor as he frowned.
“Hello?” Sprout instinctively looked up at the three of them, looking to see who had spoken, but all had their eyes looking past Sprout and out into the floor behind him. “Is anybody out there? I need help,” the voice called.
Sprout turned, half-expecting someone to be there. But there wasn’t anything there to meet him besides an empty elevator and wooden shelves of the Garden room shattered around the hall.
Sprout glanced at Cosmo, who was already staring back and up at him. Whoever it was wasn’t anyone here; Rodger and Finn, who Sprout assumed Toodles was tagging along with, were already long gone. A chime echoed across the floor, letting them know a machine had been completed.
Someone was out there.
“Come on,” Sprout said, charging forward and stepping out onto the floor.
Bento box food ... Please. God. Why did I make the fic so long it wasn't meant to be this long ummm. Here's your food bento box nation ,,?
https://archiveofourown.org/works/59793721
@madcatdaderpydrawer-blog I figure you'll want to see this, hmm?
(Placed underneath "read more" due to being .. nearly 1k words worth of a snippet LMAO.)
Finn could still taste the blood in his mouth.
He’d heard human blood tasted like pennies, something bitter with a sharp, recognizable tang. Ichor was nothing like that. It tasted like everything and nothing at once, bitter yet infinitely sweet.
Sure, he’d wiped his mouth clean, but that doesn’t mean the taste didn’t linger on his tongue. A sinking reminder that he’d been pushed to do something awful.
Guilt. Guilt, guilt, guilt.
He was intimately familiar with guilt. It had nestled its way into his chest, making itself a home beside his heart. He figured one day it’d eat him alive - if something else didn’t do it first.
Finn’s breathing was shallow, labored, as he sat hunched over in a corner of the descending elevator. His tail had curled around him protectively, motivated purely by his subconscious. He stared pointedly at the tile, fins pressed against his head.
Faintly he could hear the mumbling of the others, talking about him, certainly. His little “accident” had spread like wildfire, and even toons who usually loved him had put a healthy distance between them. He was fine with that.
He didn’t trust himself much right now, either.
Finn snapped his head up at the elevator door opening, fins flaring and twitching. He listened, gazing out at the cloudy, dust covered floor, past the shelves and cracked window. The lights had flickered out, and the other toons were nervously murmuring amongst themselves.
He hated this. Everything about it.
He just wanted to see Glisten again, but with every floor they progressed through, his hope dwindled. It didn’t help that everyone was on his ass just for daring to express anything other than enthusiasm. How could he be enthusiastic about anything?
He swallowed down his anxiety, which mixed terribly with the guilt on his tongue. Whatever. He’d keep going for the sake of everyone around him. Somebody needed to keep their spirits up.
Finn gathered strength from somewhere deep inside him, shakily rising to his feet, tail lashing and curling, an expression of his own nervousness. He glanced around, making a stubborn point of not looking towards Sprout.
Goddamn strawberry couldn’t ever handle being told ‘no.’
“Hey,” he called out, flinching as multiple heads turned to peer at him. “It’s just another floor. We’ve made it this far, we can keep going.”
Rodger narrowed his singular eye, and Finn looked away. They’d never been on .. great terms - Finn knew Rodger didn’t hold much approval for his feelings towards Glisten, his son. His tail curled gingerly around his previously injured leg, a small comfort.
“Finn is right,” Rodger hummed, placing a reassuring hand on Toodles’ shoulder. She glanced up at him, brows furrowed uncertainly. “As long as we communicate and coordinate, the following floors should be a breeze.”
Cosmo shot Rodger a smile, giving a brisk nod. Then his gaze settled on Finn, and his expression shifted to something else: curiosity. Finn shuddered uncomfortably, fins pinning back. There was something so searching about his stare, like he was examining Finn for .. something.
He didn’t like it.
Still, he needed to maintain some optimism. It was his job to hold the group together, like a stubborn glue. Even if the others had mixed feelings on him right now, he couldn’t just give up. He needed to stay positive. It was all he was good for.
He cautiously approached Shrimpo, who was standing beside Rodger and Toodles. He tried to ignore the way Shrimpo stepped between him and the others, like a shield. Nervously he raised a hand, fidgeting with the buckles on his vest, a passive stim.
“Hi, Shrimpo,” Finn murmured hesitantly, forcing his fins up, smiling awkwardly. “Buddy up this floor?”
Shrimpo’s antennae twitched, and he narrowed his eyes suspiciously. Finn swallowed, the silence settling heavily on his shoulders.
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Cosmo and Sprout head out onto the floor, quickly disappearing into the enshrouding darkness and dust. Rodger took Toodles’ hand in his, whispering reassurances to her as he guided her in a different direction. Pebble had already left, eager to explore whatever the floor contained.
“I don’t have a choice, do I?” Shrimpo hissed, crossing his arms across his chest.
Finn’s shoulders sagged with relief, and his tail flicked to the side. “I mean, you can go on your own if you want.”
Shrimpo tensed, glancing out at the floor. Something flickered in his eyes, and he sucked in a breath, tapping his foot against the tile in irritation.
“No, buddying up is fine. Whatever!”
“I knew you’d come around!” Finn chirped, nudging Shrimpo with his elbow. Shrimpo wildly swatted at him in reply, rolling his eyes.
Finn wouldn’t bug Shrimpo like this if they weren’t friends. He wasn’t mean, and Shrimpo generally preferred not to be bothered, but the two got along decently. Finn wasn’t sure if that was a blessing or a curse.
Shrimpo slapped his tail against the ground impatiently, jolting Finn out of his thoughts. “Well? Are we going or not?”
“Ah, yeah!” Finn rubbed the back of his neck, dipping his head in embarrassment. The elevator lights flickered, and he took a step out into the floor, Shrimpo trailing behind him.
Some part of him had a very bad feeling about this. This floor was different from the last few; the lights were out completely, for starters, and the thick dust that filled the air left him with a lingering sense of dread. Something wasn’t right at all.
Still, he chose not to voice his concerns, preferring to keep the happy-go-lucky persona. Shrimpo of all toons certainly needed a little bit of optimism in his life.
