#prototype warners

quickly doodled wakko and wakky trying to teach smakky to draw (my proto guys)

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So a while ago I made this post. And decided the rest of the prototype Warners needed anime designs as well! So here it is!

A WIP of the protos with anime designs! I have yet to draw Proto-Dot but she's coming soon.

Bonus:

My AU design of Yakky Warner. (I didn’t finish, because my fat a$$ are lazy asf 🫩. Anyways I’m gonna remake of Leah’s Normal Day AU, because I really find it cringe, and so I wanna remake it. Oh, and I’m redesigning of my OCS in Leah’s Normal Day AU.)

did quick proto warner drawings. also an attempt by me to draw Mickey bieng a foster dad (idk how well drawing him went tbh XD) cause I'm currently WIP-ing a fic where he becomes thier foster parent.

have some fic-WIP in the meantime for my proto warner fic Second Draft involving my interpretation of Smakky. he ends up having a kind of wierd dream.

(There was light on the other side of his eyelids.

Smakky tried and failed to open his eyes all the way. There were hands, pressing parts of his middle, muddled voices talking about…

Me?

He wasn't sure.

The tides of unconsciousness washed him away again. Calm, inviting, a place where he could drift in a space between thought and feeling, but nothing could touch him…

I'm so tired.

Smakky just wanted to sleep.

Yet there was a tug that disturbed the peace. A connection, the deep one to his twin. Which had always seemed so unusually strong, even for twins. And made him feel incomplete if he was too far away from Wakky.

Why?

In the back of his mind, Smakky had always wondered why. Why he felt that sense of incompleteness when Wakky was too far away, why his temper got even worse…

Smakky fully drifted into sleep again.

….A fuzzy dream came to him then. He saw a chubby man, pouring over a piece of paper. Four pencil drawings of toons, all in the same standing pose. No other doodles present, the lines of the drawings slightly messy. Clearly the results of brainstorming, nowhere near being defined. Not a drop of the special ink that brought toons to life present.

"Hmm," the man hummed. "Come to think of it…perhaps these two would be better combined as one toon. A bad temper and prone to violence doesn't seem quite distinct enough…but merged with the trait of being wacky?"

A pencil tapped on a desk. "That could go somewhere."

The man circled two of the toons, still muttering things, but Smakky didn't care; he only cared about the paper that the man had pushed aside.

The two circled pencil sketches looked almost like -

'Me. Me and Wakky -'

It hit, then, as the odd dream washed away into a blur of color and noise. Why he had come out so wrong, why he had no powers, why….