CLOWNIE'S COMMISSIONS

• HOME
• ART COMMS
• WRITING COMMS
• TUMBLR
• INSTAGRAM

CLOWNIE'S COMMISSIONS

ART COMMISSIONS

• HOME
• ART COMMS
• WRITING COMMS
• TUMBLR
• INSTAGRAM

CLOWNIE'S COMMISSIONS

WRITING COMMISSIONS

• HOME
• ART COMMS
• WRITING COMMS
• TUMBLR
• INSTAGRAM

Fandom Example

Animaniacs ; Light Angst ; Rated T for Launguage ; 1,937 Words

• BACK

“Hey Mr. Yakko, I loved your Nations of the World song!”“Mr. Warner, sir, you're so cool. Will you sign my comic?”“Hi Yakko, you might not remember me from your last convention, but—"Yakko loved attention. He liked his fans and their obvious good taste, but this was still a lot. Everyone is vying for his attention almost at once, one right after the other without a break? It was so much.They were excited. He understood that, he did.But it was so overwhelming.He took a deep breath and smiled while he made pleasant chit-chat back to the next person in line, signing yet another Funko of himself as a fan raved about Animaniacs to him. While she spoke, he shot a look behind the girl at the rest of the line in an attempt to gauge how much longer he needed to keep this up before he and his siblings could go on break. The girl in front of him echoed back one of his own jokes from the show, and he gave a polite laugh. It wasn't something she'd recognize as anything different; she wasn't one of his siblings after all, but regardless, he snapped at her and winked, then commented on how that joke wasn't in the script.Once she waved goodbye, she ran off to her friends, showing off her newly signed collectible. Yakko took a moment to move his gaze from his own line to Wakko and Dot's.They'd all been to this convention before. A larger one in Los Angeles that they'd been making appearances at for years. They had been even in the 90's. They took pictures, signed autographs (sometimes of strange oddities or fun pictures people had drawn), and made small talk with fans.The people loved it.Yakko did not.Well, that wasn't quite true. He was a people-pleaser and a talker; he thrived in the spotlight, and this was certainly a light for him to thrive under.What he didn't like, however, was what it meant for his siblings.He was the fan favorite.That was the worst part.Looking past the next fan, from them to the length of people waiting for him, filled him with dread. This was how it'd been for a while—how it had always been, at least ever since the reboot.They were popular too, of course. If they were such wonderful toons, how could they not be? But it wasn't the same.He looked at the lines set up in front of their table—three distinct rows of humans and toons alike, separated by a series of dividers. Signing yet another funko of himself, he made idle small talk with the fan in front of him."Oh my gosh, Mr. Yakko, you're so my favorite; you're super funny, and your songs are so cool-"Favorite. Favorite. Favorite."Thank you! My sibs are really easy to work off of! Don't give me all the credit, though; Dot says my head is big enough already."Yeah, that was how most conversations went. Call him the best, the smartest, or the funniest.It was still nice. He loved being reminded that people loved the things he had the most anxiety about. It shut down that voice in the back of his head that said he wasn't funny enough, but he had a much harder time being all of those things without Wakko and Dot by his side.With a flick of the wrist, he finished the short message on the box and handed it back."Thanks for coming' to see me! Always happy to meet someone with such good taste!"Not always.The fur on the back of his neck bristled. His mouth tasted gross. Saying things like “such good taste," it was like his siblings weren't the funniest, most talented people in any room they set foot in.Keep it together, Yakko, he thought to himself. Put up that bravado people know you for. Don't let them know it gets to you.As the next person approached, he heard a brief moment of the conversation his brother was having with one of his own fans."And you're just adorable! Yakko might be my favorite, but I've loved you since I was tiny."Oh boy. Why would they say it like that?"Gee! Thanks, Ms. Lady!" The look on his brother's face said it all. It was subtle enough for his fans not to notice, but that was his brother. They'd known each other for 90 years. Yakko could tell by the twitch in Wakko's nose, how he closed his mouth around his tongue, and how the floppier of his ears jerked ever so slightly. His brother was upset and uncomfortable.His siblings didn't like it either. Dot was currently staring at the man in Wakko's line.Sometimes, in the quiet of the night, he could hear his little sister muttering to herself, no doubt about her insecurities about not being the cute one anymore. About how it was ingrained in her personality, in her ink, in her design. Who was Dot Warner without being "The Cute One"?She had it the worst out of the three of them, too. She used to be the fan favorite; she was heralded as everything a girl character in the media should be. A standard, a spearhead, the ideal. Everyone loved her.But right now, she was nearly halfway through her own line. She had the least.The next person in Yakko's own line bounced with excitement towards him, holding out a piece of fanart and asking him to sign it."Oh, absolutely!"He was the only one in the picture.Biting his lip, Yakko's thoughts raced.He wasn't anything special. Not more so than his siblings. Sure, he was smart and sang lots of educational songs, but so did they. It wasn't just the fans that gave him special treatment, either. He led many of the skits as the de facto leader of the trio. He got the most songs, fanmail, and art.The girl in front of him jabbered on, and the next sentence from her mouth made him want to puke."-and I knew that when I bought tickets for a meet, I just had to get one with you! I won't be here too long, but I wanted to get one with the best Warner sibling; what with you being the main character after all."Yakko's teeth gritted so hard that the sound of scraping was the only thing that could be heard in his skull. Shutting his eyes with a smile, he desperately tried to will her out of existence by the time he let light into his vision again.He met Dot's gaze right before she averted her eyes, her nose twitching in a way he knew was a precursor to crying.Looking back at the fan, he was unfortunately met with her continued presence.No dice. Fantastic.Taking his sharpie in hand, he flipped the utensil into a clean signature in one swoop. He wasn't going to entertain this for longer than he absolutely had to."Thanks so much for coming to see me!" Not.Their assistant, a tall man with black hair that hung over his eyes, tapped Yakko on the shoulder before speaking to all three of them."Excuse me, sir, it's time for you and your siblings to take your 15."God, even the staff prioritized him. He wasn't the only one getting a break. Yakko may have been the oldest and the leader in the show, but Wakko and Dot were more than capable of going on break by themselves."Thanks, Patrick."But no thanks, actually.Hearing the dismissal from Patrick, Wakko and Dot rose from their seats in unison with their older brother, and all three cheered off a hearty "Buh-bye!" before cartwheeling as a group to their break room.The moment they were alone, in a beige room with metal fold-out chairs and a long plastic table, the atmosphere soured.Dot's fists were clenched as she took long strides away from her brothers, back facing them. She shook ever so slightly.It made Yakko sick. It put a cold weight in his stomach, a ringing in his ears, and a knot in his throat. It wasn't a good feeling knowing his siblings felt less loved, worse yet, he knew it to be true. It was his fault. The three of them had always been a team, always side by side, and always, ALWAYS together, but despite his best efforts, they were separated anyway. Through Yakko's role as the speaker, through his age, through his studio favoritism, giving him the most songs and skits.It didn't take a genius to understand that his siblings were upset. Maybe he could lighten the mood?"Wow, sibs! People sure are a riot when it comes to cons. Did you see that man on stilts with no face in a black suit? What was that about? And the vendor selling long pillows with pictures of romantic vegetables? I'm not sure how I feel about a carrot looking at me like that."Dot didn't budge. "Yakko, shut your fucking mouth."His eyes widened, going directly into "Big Brother" mode as he reached out to gently place a hand on his little sister's shoulder.She whipped around at him, slapping his hand out of the way. Jabbing a finger against his chest, she half-yelled as she marched forward, backing Yakko toward the door."You can shove it, Mr. United States-Canada-Mexico-Panama. Don't you try being all cheery, pretending nothing is wrong while you're doted on." She batted her eyelashes and held both gloves under her chin. "Oooooh, Yakko, you're sooooo great! Oh, Yakko, can we get your autograph? Can you sing your Nations song? Can you do the 'hello nurse' bit?" After the last bit, her face fell again instantly."You will never understand what it's like to be ranked last in a competition for 'Best Warner Sibling', because you'll always, always run numbers far above Wakko and I."Wakko, ever the peacekeeper, reached out to his little sister."Dot..."She ran off, sprinting down the hall as fast as her legs would carry her, the door to the lonely room slamming shut behind her. Without their sister in the space with them, the only person Wakko focused on was Yakko.Yakko, who was the fan favorite. Yakko, who won all the contests, sang all the songs. Yakko, whose popularity held strong across decades of silence from the show.She was right. He wouldn't understand.He sighed. Wakko's wide, unblinking eyes didn't help.The next words came out barely above a whisper. "Go after Dot. She won't want to hear anything I have to say right now, but she might talk to you; you knew what it was like back then. She needs support right now, but not from me."Saying that made him nauseous. What kind of brother was he, unable to help his little sister when she needed help?Wakko nodded silently and jogged out the door to find their missing sibling.The moment he was alone, Yakko sat down. He sat on a cold, hard, metal chair alone. Alone in a beige room, somehow more suffocating than any time spent in the tower. Putting his face to the table, his arms covered his head, and his shoulders shook. He let out hasty, tilted breaths, and his face grew hot.The voices of the fans haunted him, swirling in his mind in a cacophonous medley."You're so cool.""I loved your Shakespeare skits!""You're my favorite."

• HOME
• ART COMMS
• WRITING COMMS
• TUMBLR
• INSTAGRAM

Shipping Example

Excerpt from longer Animaniacs fic
Yakko\Max Goof ; Fluff ; 1,280 Words

• BACK

"Can I kiss you?"The moment Max said that, it was like staring into the starry sky in the country. A whole beautiful universe opened up with its wonder and opportunities, and there was only one thing Yakko could think to say.No thoughts of jokes, sarcasm, or snark."Oh my god, yes, there is nothing I'd love more. Except maybe some new dog toys for Wakko. He ripped through his. Or that pretty dress Dot wants so bad; she was looking at it in the store window, and I could tell she really wanted to ask, but..."Ok, so maybe there was more that he was saying, but it was just word vomit. A collection of nerves that poured out of his mouth in surprise."You're babbling. Can I?""Yes!" Yakko coughed. "I mean, yes."The smile that Max gave him, the way his tail swished on the water tower roof behind him, the gloved hand that moved to sit on his knee as Max leaned it, his eyes flitting closed—it was all more than he could ever hope for.Wait. Wait. Actually, speaking of his siblings-Yakko's hands snapped up in front of him, placing them crossed over his friend's mouth, feeling the soft touch of Max's lips against his palm. He could melt."Wait, wait, wait. Hold on. I forgot. Hold on Max."Max jolted back, blushing in embarrassment, as if he had done something wrong. Silly Max. He could never do anything wrong. Not to Yakko."Oh gosh, what's wrong? What did I do? I'm so sorry-" He started off, and this time it was Yakko's turn to cut him off."Cool it, Casanova. Nobody's said you've done anything wrong; it's just..."He paused and swallowed. Ok, he needed to backtrack and make sure Max knew the thoughts in his mind."I like you. I like you so much. You make me feel like some stupid Disney. You make me laugh and smile and cry and-" He paused. " Ugh . Break out into song and dance.""Yko- yoo alreary- do dat- " Max quipped from behind Yakko's hand."Quiet, smartass, before I lose my nerve."With Max nodding silently and the promise of no further interruption, he took a deep breath and pressed on."Max, it's frankly embarrassing how much sappy nonsense you put in my head."He tilted his head up and away to avoid looking into Max's gorgeous brown eyes. "I want more. More of this."Moving his hands off of his companion's lips, he motioned between the two of them and swiped a thumb absent-mindedly over his own mouth."Of -you."The downside to being almost completely black and white was that there was absolutely no hiding the blush on this face. It was a feat for him to be honestly open and emotional; it made him want to curl up and hide in a dark room somewhere, where nobody would hurt him again, but he wasn't going to do that.This was important. This was Max."There's something I need first. I need to know. I have to know. I have to be sure.""Oh, uhm, ok? What's up?"Shifting and re-adjusting awkwardly, Max turned his body away from him and scooted back a little. Even when he was being shot down, he thought about Yakko and his needs. That, or he was working off the subtleties Yakko expressed in his voice. Maybe it was the Disney sensibilities.Hopefully, those same sensibilities would help him here.It had been months. Months and Max and his siblings hadn't had meaningful interactions. They knew of each other and wanted to meet each other.When Yakko first told his siblings about his new friend, and soon-to-be crush, Wakko and Dot nearly demolished half of L.A. to reach Max's house before Yakko wrangled them in. Full of nerves and afraid of losing a new friend, he'd luckily been able to get them to hold off on meeting Max until later.When they found out that their older brother was in full-on Disney crush mode, however, Yakko practically had to sign his name in blood to get his family to agree not to barrel into Max's house, unannounced and teeth bared.So they hadn't met yet.And therein lied the problem.In hindsight, he should have just let loose the hounds. If Max was even going to pass the test of being his friend, let alone boyfriend , he would have had to accept his siblings as well.After all, the Warners were a set. All or nothing.Undoubtedly, said siblings were plotting, scheming, and planning whatever they got up to when he was out with Max. Despite whatever mischief they'd been up to, they were giving Yakko space.They were the best.He also hoped they'd save any particularly fun commotion for when he was around.Shaking his head, Yakko brought himself back to the present moment. Where his boyfriend-to-be (he hoped) sat at his side, rocking very slightly and rubbing the hem of his hoodie between his thumb and forefinger."I'd like you to come by the tower tomorrow." He started.Max looked below himself at the fixture quizzically, then patted the steel of the roof. "I come by the tower all the time."Ok, that got a smile out of him. Brow lifting sarcastically over a crooked grin, Yakko rolled his eyes. "Obviously." Then they softened."But I just want you to hang around while I'm busy doing things; can you do that?"Max tilted his head slightly to the side, one of his ears sliding off his shoulder at the motion. It was such a small, soft feeling to see these mundane movements and have his heart skip anyway. He really, really hoped that things would turn out ok."That's all you want me to do?" He asked, "Just hang around."Yakko nodded, trying not to focus on the gentle swishing of Max's tail. He didn't want to get Max's hopes up; he didn't want to get his own hopes up, but it was already too late. The two of them had already begun walking the razor-thin wire of wishing. They could hold each other up on the line, but if the winds of the test was too demanding, they would both fall into despair together.He swallowed."Yes. You'll have my answer before you go home. Can you wait?"Max looked down, then raised one of his hands flat, palm facing up. It was a gesture, a question, one Yakko had the answer to.He placed his glove in Max's, and he squeezed gently, waiting for Max to speak again."For you? Absolutely."Yakko leaned forward and allowed their foreheads to lay against each other. There wasn't much point in pretending they weren't both wishful. If this was all they were going to get—the knowledge that Max wanted to kiss him, their foreheads pressed together, and soft hands clasped ever so slightly—he wasn't going to pass it up.He would deal with the consequences later."So, I'll see you tomorrow?"The Goof nodded. "Tomorrow."Yakko hummed, hoping that everything would go well. He didn't know why it wouldn't; Max was kind. He was patient and friendly. He breathed in. This was going to be alright. He just had to be sure. He had to be sure."I'll see you then."Max separated their hands and started to descend the tower, waving to Yakko with a hesitant smile.He waved back, slow and sad. The heartbeat in his chest made it hard to focus.Then Max smiled, and the feeling felt easier to bear.Yakko trusted him. This would work.It had to.

• FULL WORK

• HOME
• ART COMMS
• WRITING COMMS
• TUMBLR
• INSTAGRAM

Original Work Example

Short Original Work
Adventure ; 455 Words

• BACK

This was ridiculous.Ana didn't get lost. She just didn't.In several decades of scouting. Several decades of tracking, mapping and running meant that she developed a sense of how the world connected. She knew which shortcuts to take, which mountains to climb, which rivers to cross.She was not lost.She couldn't be.A rumble caught at the bottom of her throat and growled it's frustration into the open air. Raising a hand to wipe some of the dirt from her face, Ana massaged her temples, attempting to soften the hardened crease between her dark eyebrows.Every wall in this bleak cavern looked the same by lamplight, the seemingly infinite tunnels of stone sucked out the energy of the party behind her.Perched upon a riding lizard, black as night with a bright red underbelly, Ana took another look at the map in front of her before slowing her steed to a stop. Her brown braid swung slowly to the side with its weight when she turned to look behind her, speaking to one of her companions."We're lost."He let out a low breath and shook his head. Ebony tones emitted from him as he spoke."Don't be ridiculous. You're The Scorched Sky! You don't get lost. You'll figure it out."Right. How could she forget?She rolled her eyes.A chorus if affirmation chimes behind him, an echo chamber of anxiety.
"We believe in you! You can do anything! It's ok, she'll take care of us!"
A mother held her small child in her arms, his arms wrapped around her neck as he whispered to her. The mother responded."It's alright sweetie, everything is going to be fine, we're in good hands and we'll be back with daddy by tomorrow."Ana pursed her lips together. She bit her tongue. Her boot bounced in the metal stirrups and she rested an elbow on the pommel.Gritting her teeth in her head hard enough to rumble in her head, she closed her eyes.Alright. Think. She's been doing this for years.This isn't a big deal. She'd figure it out. She always figured it out. That's why people came to her for help.That's why she did this.This is what she was born to do. It was what she was trained to do. This was the reason she lived.She was marked by the Gods to be the hero people needed.A frown stretched across her face and she bit her lip, bouncing her leg enough to jingle the metal beneath her boots. Her mind raced and screamed and anxiety threatened to break out of the box she kept it so tightly locked away in.Ana wasn't lost.She wasn't allowed to be.

• HOME
• ART COMMS
• WRITING COMMS
• TUMBLR
• INSTAGRAM