He just felt a little chilly…
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fanart for @nonetoon 's clown curse! and what i think would happen if Florian tried to ride the coyote by himself.
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i had a sudden need to draw @nonetoon ‘s clown cursed little meow meow. Somebody gave him a daisy and now it won’t stop splashing water to the sword.
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happy clown week to @nonetoon's clown
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Clown Curse belongs to @nonetoon . Love looking at the development of the series and the characters so I drew funny little doodle :).
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Cursed/fallen heroes that are also string instrument players... take a break for a bit!
Kard hanging out with @nonetoon's Florian. It occurred to me they're both musicians who lost their voice and arguably their entire friend group. Hang in there, guys!
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A little fanart for @nonetoon ‘s Clown Curse story cause I am absolutely fascinated by just the concept of it alone. It would honestly make for a good webcomic in my opinion
Bonus featuring one of my own ocs who by sheer coincidence was also turned into a funnyman by a trickster demon:
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SOME FANART FOR @nonetoon ‘s STORY
I love the concept and the characters sm :)) the sword my beloved
[IMAGE ID: A drawing of the original characters Florian and The Sword. Florian is a chubby clown with a yellow and orange hat and cape, a red bowtie, a blue, yellow and orange shirt with some white squares, yellow and white pants and blue shoes with a red ball at the end of each. He has a red cape with white balls at the tips. His belt has a little clown face. Florian has blue hair, a white face and a big smile. He looks a bit anxious. Florian lifts a hand up and looks down at The Sword. The Sword is a small balloon dog made of red, orange, yellow and blue balloons. It’s sitting down besides Florian, waving its paw. Above it, there’s some text bubbles with ininteligible text. END ID]
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peOple dont rlly understand clown curses and it shows. theres so much stigma!!1!
I accidentally tripped on the rope of a bigtop peg, pulling it out and summoning the rath of the entire clown council, where they gave me a clown curse for the next 1000 years.
I can't walk without comical sound effects. If someone throws a banana peel on the grOund i WILL trip on it.
Anytime i try to do construction work boarding up my house, the hammer turns into a squeaky toy. If i try eat a pie, it will [[@LW@Y$I] end up smashed into my face. Dont you even DARE suggest i eat a coconut cream pie. youre kidding.
It's a hard life being clown cursed.
This is KC M0nikor coming at you live. Up next is Cyan Hardcore by Machine Girl.
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More of an unserious doodle to deal with the current predicament
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DCxDP Writing Prompt: (I wrote some myself but yk)
Ghost was Gotham’s first cryptid. That’s right. Even before Batman. He’d established himself in the city as someone who takes care of things, helps the weak, aid some of the strong trying to do good. His information network sprawled the expanse of the city. In between the day the Waynes died and Batman’s reappearance, Ghost set up shop and slowly began to remove the sludge clinging to Gotham’s spirit.
Danny thought the name was a little bit on the nose but as someone who used to go by Invis-o-bill, he definitely wasn’t complaining.
Besides, people had accidentally aligned with ghost culture when they began calling Gotham his haunt. It was, and having people recognize that helped to boost his core. It was his haunt, and while he was taking down mob bosses, they were also considered his to take care of.
Which meant Danny felt it the moment Batman stepped into his haunt. He stayed his immediate violent reaction only because Gotham herself materialized to stop him from scalping the guy. She whispered to him how his parents died on these streets, how she wanted to choose him as her Knight. The Lady Gotham looked at her King, and asked him to withhold his judgement, bowed her head and pleaded.
Danny, eyes glowing a toxic green, stared at her until the rage from Batman’s presence- invader! trying to steal his haunt!- had calmed.
And he agreed, probationally.
The Ghost stood back and watched, commanding his network of people to assess and judge the Bat as a possible asset. A possible ally.
And so the Ghost’s continent of people, from prostitutes to white collar workers, from street kids to socialites, watched.
And Lady Gotham’s knight proved himself. And he found one of Ghost’s informants. And Danny?
Danny tilted his head back and laughed, glad he allowed Bruce Wayne to live despite his unknowing transgression.
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