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“What if Eva 8 encountered Besteel?”

As part of my WondLa Sisters in Arms AU, here’s some art I have of Eight if she ever encountered Besteel. I definitely think she’d be more hostile towards the Dorcean than Eva was, especially when she sees Besteel taking her sister to Solas. But no matter how hard she’ll fight, Besteel will always overpower Eight and take her to Solas against her will unlike Eva who chose to go willingly. Even with all those skills she has, Eight knows she can’t win a fight against him.

Also, I don’t mind answering any questions you have about this AU and questions about Eight if she were being pursued by the Dorcean Hunter.

Again, huge shoutout to @dracocheesecake and @ladyanaconda for inspiring me!

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WondLa AU: Sisters in Arms

“What if Eva 8 forced her way back into sanctuary and joined Eva 9 on her journey with Rovee, Muthr, and Otto, all while being hunted by Besteel?”

This WondLa AU I created is a what if scenario on what would happen if Eva 8 was in season 1. It starts with Eight forcing the doors of Sanctuary 573 to open up and she catches Muthr caring for a baby Eva and warns the robot of the dangers of Orbona. This leads Eva to become rebellious and curious of the surface, but Eight doesn’t allow Eva to go near the doors. However things take a drastic turn when Besteel starts pursuing both sisters. Eight and Eva are forced to flee and find themselves lost in Orbona. Eight is more aggressive towards the creatures while Eva is just trying to be kind, however, Eight’s hatred towards Orbonian’s fades when she meets Rovee and Otto. Although she is way more aggressive towards Besteel since she hates him for constantly pursuing her and Eva. But during the adventure, Eight slowly realizes that not all life on Orbona is that bad.

Special shout outs to @dracocheesecake and @ladyanaconda for being the inspirations to help me make this AU!

feel free to ask me about my headcanons I have for this AU

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They already made Shadamy Funkos before they could make Sonamy ones.

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I love this unicorn horror flick so much. It made me theorize that their coats only turned dark because of their mood which was why their coats changed back to white when they revived their foal and Elliot.

Love your Death of a Unicorn art! I kinda wonder what the baby foal would look like in your art style.

Thank you!! I really enjoyed the movie because I was already drawing unicorns as carnivores with long tails and beards and spurs on the back of their hooves. I wish there was more fanart out there! I'll definitely be drawing more. Here's a sketch concept of what I kinda wanna draw the foal looking like.

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Happy Easter everyone! 🐣🐣🐣

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I mean it makes sense since he’s a bit of an egghead.

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I like how the novelization of the Minecraft Movie mentions Technoblade as well.

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I kinda tried to combine his pallet from the show and also off the book, leaned more on the spots he seems to have more then the stripes due to not being able to see all of him.. but I'm happy with my version

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A lad I'm getting found of~

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𝐘𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐲’𝐬 𝐑𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐈𝐈

Summary || The factory makes you learn the cold unforgiving truth soon enough.

WC: 1k

A/N: part 2 was requested! Augh, Yarnaby my boy :(

The cold, sterile walls of the examination room seem to close in as you sit in a metal chair, hands trembling. Across from you, Dr. Harley Sawyer, now mostly a walking machine with twisted wires and circuits visible beneath his skin, leans forward, his eyes gleaming with a cold curiosity. His voice is low, almost amused, as he studies you.

“Tell me, child, why are you here?” The one singular eye stays indomitable, searching your gait. As if he was waiting for something more, something that easily made your heart tick.

You swallowed, feeling the weight of his gaze. You try to remember how you got here, but everything blurs into a nightmarish haze. Memories are a fickle thing, he supposed.

"I... I was on a field trip. We went to Playtime Co. for a tour... to see the factory." You said, almost numbly wriggling in your seat, trying to not let the chill of the room get to you. The attempt oscillates.

He notices.

The Doctor tilts his head, the metal plates on his face emitting noise as he scans the child’s expression. One clink or two, just a small look into his thoughts. Just barely, perhaps. The silence doesn’t last longer than intended.

"And then?"

Your head tilts at his prodding, mental, or otherwise. It was as if he was trying to curl into the weight of your brain, the neural mapping of your thoughts. Maybe it was fear, or something else that heavily weighs into the metal shoulders of his. Though you paid no mind, you were a young child, and you preferably wouldn’t want to find out whatever it was. The energy he radiated was… mysterious.

"We went into Playcare... I don't know. I remember... screams. Screams from above. And then the crash... the train crash."

Your voice falters, mind flashing back to the horror. The weight of the memories raze your emotions, "My teacher... she was... killed. By that... thing. A Jack-in-the-box monster, Boxy Boo. It..."

The words catch in your throat as you try to push away the memory. You can’t forget the sight of their teacher being torn apart, the sound of the springs and the horrific laughter that filled the air. Such a gruesome sight was difficult to forget, who could ever forget every little detail, significant — or insignificant.

"I... I passed out from the smoke. Red smoke. And when I woke up, I saw him. Yarnaby. He was coming toward me, with those... eyes." Eyes easy enough to invade your once wonderful dreams, turning it into a nightmare like no other. Especially for someone as small as your stature.

You shudder, recalling the strange, multicolored lion and his unsettling grin.

Dr. Sawyer doesn’t react immediately. His face is unreadable, his metallic fingers tapping rhythmically on the metal table.

Finally, he speaks, breaking the disconcert silence with an oddly quiet tone; "Fascinating. And yet, you are not an orphan. Why is that, I wonder?"

You look down at your hands, suddenly aware of how different your situation seems from what the Doctor expects. You’ve always had a family—always had a place to go home to. And yet here you are, caught in this terrifying web. Only the vague warmth of your mother’s hug, and your father’s kind eyes remind you of what you had so suddenly been stripped away from. You barely have grown just yet.

"I don't... I don’t know why. I was just a kid... we were just on a field trip." The truth in your words ring an unbearing kind of hurt, so easily trodden upon, easy to mold and shape. Children trust, they laugh, they share kindness. A different kind of honesty.

And it hurts.

The Doctor’s expression softens, but only for a moment, before a sharp, knowing look creeps into his eyes. He mutters to himself, almost absentmindedly. "Reminds me of Riley... the child who left those pathetic little diary entries. So much potential. So much to learn. And yet... they were not meant to stay."

The Doctor leaned closer, the energy he radiated grew more intense. Whether it was intentional, his gait made it palpable.

"So, tell me, child. What do you think is going on here?"

You don’t know how to respond. Your heart pounds in your chest. There’s a dark curiosity in the Doctor’s voice, a madness hiding beneath the surface. It was something at play, and it was not something that you wished to dive into. Yet, you sense that you were not allowed the momentary transition of peace to be allowed to leave.

Hesitantly, you spoke, "Why... why are you doing this?"

The Doctor tilts his head again, his mechanical face emitting a soft whir. You both knew the answer.

"Why not?"

His smile, if it can be called that, stretches across his face as he leans back, watching little you with unsettling interest. The sound of metal creaks as he stands, his chair scraping across the floor.

Suddenly, a heavy thud echoes in the room, and Yarnaby enters, his multicolored yarn mane swaying as he lumbers closer. His amber eyes are fixed on you, and for a brief moment, you felt a strange tugging sensation—a cold, possessive feeling, as though something inside Yarnaby is claiming you

The Doctor observes the interaction with an almost detached amusement. "Yarnaby... You know what to do."

Before you can even react, Yarnaby leans in, his grotesque, monstrous form slowly morphing from his playful appearance into something far more terrifying. His face splits open, revealing that horrifying hollowed-out mouth, filled with jagged teeth and dripping with blood.

You froze in terror, unable to move, as Yarnaby presses his fangs into your arm. The pain is immediate and sharp, searing through your skin as the lion marks them—his property now.

"NO!" You scream, but it’s too late. Yarnaby pulls away, blood dripping from his mouth, as the Doctor moves quickly to bandage the wound.

"Good. You are his now."

His voice is almost detached, as if this is a routine procedure for him. Your mind was spinning, everything unraveling faster than you can process.

"Take them back to the cell. Let’s see if we can’t make a toy out of this one too."

Yarnaby growls softly in agreement, his eerie eyes never leaving you as he gently but firmly takes you by the arm, leading you out of the examination room. You stumble, barely able to keep your balance, as the Doctor’s voice echoes behind you.

"After all, what is a toy if not something to be molded? Something to be... played with."

The door shuts behind you, and you are left to wonder if you’ll ever see the outside world again. As Yarnaby leads you down the cold, dark corridors of the facility, your only hope is that somehow, against all odds, you can escape this nightmare. But for now, you are Yarnaby’s, and there is no escaping the twisted grip of Playtime Co.

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I just found this on Pinterest and it got a giggle out of me

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Oh my god that is too precious! 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥰

Bedtime!

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I was genuinely pissed off as well.

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I like how the book version of Sonic 3 makes references to The Knuckles TV show. Still disappointed how the book ends off where the final battle begins.

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And suddenly I feel a strange sense of….anticipation…for news….

Movie news…..

Movie sequel news…

Like the feeling of knowing that I’m going to see something I REALLY like in the future trailer…

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*walks back into the Poppy fandom with the milk*

… I’m back