#whimsyland

I PUBLISHED A SHORT STORY!!!! WOAH!! FNAF AU!! WILLIAM AFTON CENTRIC!!!! POETIC AND INTROSPECTIVE AND CREATIVE AND EXPERIMENTAL!!!!!!!!! DO THESE WORDS CATCH YOUR ATTENTION?!!?!?!?!?!  PLEASE REBLOG TO SUPPORT A YOUNG WRITER! <3 ILY! HAVE A GOOD DAY! In which a young William Afton heavily disassociates. He commits his first act of many and will come to remember very little of it. - Whimsical!AU

GREETINGS LIVING WEIRDOS OF TODAY AND ZOMBIES OF TOMORROW!

IT IS, DOCTOR CLARKENSTEIN!

All Hallow’s Eve has descended upon the small town of Clarksburg. Vampires, ghosts, monsters, aliens, and these are just the locals! They’re out in force along with all the children dressed in creepy costumes to score some sugary sweets. Now as anybody in town will tell you, there are two prime places to bag the biggest haul. First is Downtown, the entire street cordoned off as the small businesses that line the block hand out candy. Yet it’s the second spot that’s considered the best in town; Wonder Ziggy’s Drive-In Cinema! His Trunk or Treat party is the stuff of legends! Guests wandering the four lots are treated to king sized bars, lollipops bigger than their heads, free B-Movies rolling on loop, and for those brave enough to stick around after sunset, scary stories! Ziggy opens the floor to those who have a terrifying tale to tell. Being the weird bunch that they are, naturally there’s no shortage of spoopy stories from the Clarktoons. Here is one of them now depicted as a DUDEL of the Damned.

You’re Invited. At least that’s what it said on the letter from Freddy Fox, mascot of the Matt Whimsy Company. Being his designated biographer, free from the vulturous lawyers that stalk the internet, occasionally a bone is thrown my way in the form of press kits and invites to corporate events. In this case it was for Freddy’s Funky Fright Fest at the Whimsyland Resort in Celebration, California. It was a bone too big to pass up. Luckily it came with extra tickets, meaning my fellow theme park enthusiasts could join the creepy (yet ultimately child friendly) celebration. This is what we call a HUGE mistake. For not five minutes in and Crazy Hannah has to go and touch a cursed artifact owned by little Millicent, the ghoulish girl featured prominently in the park’s haunted house attraction. All at one, swinging specters and peculiar phantoms materialized to possess the guests. Including Hannah herself, becoming Bucanere Becky of the Seven Seas Club. Making matters worse, Croc’s off in Louisiana chasing after monsters there, meaning it’s up to me to fix this mess!

Speaking of messes, you didn’t expect us to go a year without dragging my buddies into these DUDELZ did you? Up first is @princessofDisney27 with a sketched based off Mickey’s Mysterious Masquerade. For those of you not huge Disney Parks dorks like Han and I, this Tokyo DisneySea show sees the titular mouse and his friends enter a haunted house before Donald touches a cursed spear and gets all but the main mouse possessed. Yes, seriously. Most of you might’ve seen Minnie dressed as an Egyptian Queen. Heck, perhaps some of you have read the awesome fanfic by @steamboat-promises or even the lame one I did. Putting that aside, for years it’s been my intention to make something based off this show and this is the end result. The Masquerade dress is based on an older sketch based on my friend, the S.E.A. Club logo was replicated by hand, and the pirate ensemble was thought up by yours truley. Unfortunately I forgot to include KH-style Keyblades, which was half the reason Hannah was picked in the first place. Oops. Ah well, I challenge her to design those herself. Otherwise, I hope she enjoys this as do the rest of you! People who actually speak and write Japanese can tell me how I butchered the text on the bottom, by the way. XD

HEY THERE PEOPLE OF TODAY AND ROBOTS OF TOMORROW! IT'S ME, CLARK!

On New Year's 2024 I vowed to myself that I'd be more productive than ever, streamlining all of my ideas and making a decent living on commissions. While doing that I figured I'd keep my creative muscles limber by posting the occasional DUDEL or Sketch BOOM every now and again. Now chances are these won't be a daily thing. There'll be some days when I'm just feeling too bushed to scribble my silly ideas down on paper or I'll be too busy binging the likes of Steven Universe or Burn Notice. Yes, I am fully aware that those two shows make for a weird combination. Just imagine Michael Westen trying to help out the Crystal Gems, I'd totally watch that. Then again, I have a weird imagination as this DUDEL is about to illustrate.

Christopher Robin had many companions living in the Hundred Acre Woods. Though perhaps none plushy pal holds as special a place in his heart as his dear friend Edward Bear, or Pooh for short. Pooh was not a bright bear. Solving complex equations or discuss the philosophies of Plato were of little use to one who has fluff where his brains would be. Luckily brains aren't required to be intelligent. Old Edward more than made up for this when it came to his immensely large heart. Weather is was protecting his pal Piglet from Jagulars, helping his friend Eeyore find his tail, or simply bouncing around with Tigger, Eddy was the bear everybody turned to. Including Matt Whimsy, the animation magician of Hollywood responsible for Freddy and Fiona Fox. He and his animation team at Whimsy Studios adapted the classic tales of this lovable teddy bear into a series of movies over the years that have outlived A.A. Milne, Matt Whimsy, and even Christopher Robin himself. Now today fans of the characters can meet them at Whimsyland in California whenever not riding Edward's Excellent Expedition, helping the gang from the woods find the fabled North Pole!

Maybe I can help them find it after completing an entire Sketch BOOM. This was meant to be the start of one right up until Rosie Stardust foiled my plans. Dang that Cosmic Cutie and her alien design! Having said that, expect more from my multiversal adventurer later. For now I couldn't let a good design go to waste. What prompted me to draw this was Whimsyland, my answer to the question of what is Brooklyn Nine Nine took place at a theme park instead of a police precinct. Realizing I needed more recognizable characters for this fictional park, I decided to go with the ones that were thankfully in the public domain. Really the challenge was coming up with a design that wasn't similar to those used my a certain company, which I think I succeeded in doing. What helped was going back to the original designs by E.H. Shepard and keeping to the simplistic mindset. My biggest hurtle was Pooh's attire since, despite wearing one in the original freak'n book, I couldn't dress him in a tiny red shirt. So instead I settled on a scarf to fit with his adventurous life style. Here's hoping we'll see more of Old Eddy, Piglet, and Tigger in the future. For now-

MAY THE GLASSES BE WITH YOU!

OCR04301: RollerCoaster Tycoon: Whimsyland - DarkSim feat. General Grunt

[Flight of Fantasy]

from OverClocked ReMix

DarkSim: Arrangement General Grunt: Vocals

Lyrics:

Her heart was jittery, and frankly she couldn't blame it. Something was off about the park. It was too still. Too lifeless. She expected at least one homeless man. Even some more graffiti! But after getting past the security, there was almost nothing. The walls were bare and scratchy, and posters had been weathered away or torn down. The paint peeled and rotted.

It was a ghost town. Mel didn't know what she'd expected, but it wasn't that.

At least the distant bird told her the park wasn't entirely lifeless.

The girl, not as young as he was, but still not an adult, stepped towards a blank wall. Weathering had chipped paint to show the grey stone underneath. She had black, rubbery a mask on. Not a costume mask, the boy would recognize a mascot if he saw one, but one like those odd masks that comic book characters wore. Like a ninja. Was she a ninja? He didn't care if she was or wasn't- he didn't care for ninjas.

He cared for birds.

The girl shook her bottle of spray paint and looked the wall up and down. The boy lifted the binoculars to his face, his breath digging the air. She had painted a bird before. A beautiful bird, of dripping rainbow colors and sharp edges. Nothing in the amusement park had been that vibrant in years. He was immediately enraptured, hoping to see her produce another bird.

Much to his disappointment, the colors and lines began to sculpt into a raccoon. A raccoon of bright, contrasting yellow and neon greens, curled up around itself. He lost interest in it and stepped back, his worn shoes squeaking over the roof still slick with last night's rain.

Her head snapped up and her eyes widened. The whites contrasted against her dark skin, and it reminded him of an owl. "Hey!" She raised a spray can as if it were a weapon.

Why was she so on edge? He was a kid, not a mascot. He was recognizable, unique, with his charcoal-stained winter coat and the binoculars around his neck. He wasn't going to hurt her. Hadn't she heard of him?

Him staring apparently put her on edge. "Hey! What are you doing, creep?" She yelled. She picked up a rock. He tilted his head. Her loud was unpleasant. Sharp like a morning dove's, but somehow bad. Still, he stared at her, unable to guess why she was yelling at him.

She hurled the rock at him with the accuracy of a girl who played baseball, and it hit the boy right in the chest.

He squawked, eyes widening. He lost his footing on the roof and slipped onto his back with a sharp crack. Pain shot through his spine as the ridges of the roof dug into his back.

"That's what you get, creep!" She snapped, but he'd stopped listening. He groaned, twisting around. Hands adorned in fingerless gloves clawed for purchase, slick with rainwater and mud. He found his footing, though, and stood up.