#clockwork moon AU

[mireyadc]

Devil Dinosaur (Steampunk AU)

Yeeees, this definitely had to happen. I had hundreds of Ark Tek dinosaur sketches, especially my Tek-Rex, and also various steampunk dinosaur designs; It was only a matter of time before I painted Devil like that.

I'll try to develop this AU further, but I tend to have a hard time drawing humans, so I won't promise anything for now.

[clxckwork-sun-n-moon]

hello friends we are back once again to- [trips and even more doodles of Misuta start falling out of my pockets]

Fool's making a solid attempt on my focus too, in fairness

Misuta Moon and Fool are from @venomous-qwille's Ghost in the Machine

[puppetmaster13u]

So tempted for Space Core Danny with Time Core mentor Clockwork because it would just fit so well. Time and Space. Like I am just so very weak to it. And I want to combine that idea with like, Sun Core Dan and Moon Core Dani just because I think it would be so amazing. 

Maybe also combined with Liminal Jazz and friends- though that would imply them also becoming ghosts once they pass, and I am also here for that.  Space core Danny also fits with the ice since areas of space can get below -400 degrees, which can most definitely flash-freeze something. So there’s his ice abilities makin’ sense in the idea. Alongside other things that I am not researching the science for right now haha

[freezingmcxn]

hii moon i love your writing and au!! it’s so creative and i love the realism in it

how would some of the characters in your fic/au react to children in the forest? like one that was lost or hurt?

Toby,Jack And Natalie Reacting To A Child In The Forests (CRP AU)

Hello, I apologise for taking so long to answer this! I made these quite long, hopefully it makes up for the late response 😭

TOBIAS ROGERS (ticci toby)

Toby stands frozen, unsure of what to do, watching the child’s wide eyed gaze fixed on him.

He tries to uproot memories of his older sister, hoping for guidance, but they remain frustratingly out of reach, blurred by time. He bites his lip, lost in thought, until the sudden rustle of leaves in a nearby tree pulls him back to reality.

Instinctively, he places a hand on the child’s shoulder and steers them away from the sound, his movements tense but careful.

The walk back to town stretches in silence, the only interruptions coming from the child’s occasional whimpers of exhaustion. Each time, Toby halts, waiting until the little one seems able to continue. He himself has to pause at times due to his tics leaving him unable to move on til they’ve had their time, in tun, the child waits for him like he did for them.

Normally, he wouldn’t dare step foot in a town during daylight—it wasn’t worth the risk.

But today, getting the kid to safety outweighs his caution.

Besides, this town is rarely crowded.

He pulls up his hood, blending into the sparse streets, his heart pounding as they pass the occasional stranger. Every glance feels like a major threat, one that says “I know what you do,” but he keeps his eyes down.

That weight of dread sinks in his gut with every step, but he pushes it aside, determined to see this through.

When they finally reach the road across from police station, he crouches beside the child, pointing toward the building.

"Go inside and tell them you’re lost, alright?" His voice is soft but firm.

He waits for the child’s nod, then watches as they stumble hesitantly toward the station doors, looking back every few steps before finally disappearing inside the station. Once the child is safely inside and out of sight, Toby turns on his heel, shoving his hands into his pockets as he retreats into the forest, disappearing once again into the shadows of his world and mind.

JACK NYRAS (eyeless Jack)

(Disclaimer- my version of jack has a somewhat functional eye, he can see!)

Jack senses a small figure trailing behind him, the soft snap of twigs and crunch of leaves giving the child away.

He turns slightly, catching a glimpse of the dirt-streaked kid, their hair tangled with bits of greenery. He sighs, slowing his pace until the child falls in step beside him. Glancing upward, Jack notes the stars dotting the sky before turning his attention back to the little one, who stumbles now and then, tripping over tree roots but never making a sound.

After a few more steps, Jack stops. The child halts, looking up at him with tired eyes.

Without a word, Jack crouches and gestures for the kid to climb onto his shoulders. Once the child is secure, Jack stands, resuming his steady pace.

The child grips his head a little too tightly, but Jack doesn't mind.

He ducks beneath low-hanging branches, careful not to disturb the friend he has perched on him.

They soon approach an open campsite, the only one of its kind in these woods. Most have been closed for the year, ever since the disappearances began.

As he nears the tree line, Jack spots a frantic woman, her voice trembling as she speaks into a phone, likely to a 911 operator. A man, who Jack assumes is her husband, stands beside her, gripping her shoulders as she desperately scans the area, shouting a name.

“Mom,” the child whispers, tapping Jack’s head softly.

Jack bends, lowering the child to the ground.

He watches silently as the kid takes off running toward the couple. The woman’s wide eyed shock quickly gives way to overwhelming relief. Jack stands back, observing from the shadows as the mother sweeps her child into her arms, her frantic sobs filling the night air. The man joins them, holding them both tightly.

For a brief moment, Jack feels a smile tug at the corner of his lips, but he quickly shakes it off. He watches the family from the darkness, their voices fading as they retreat to their normal lives, lives untouched by the kind of loneliness that clings to him.

But Jack knows he can’t have that..not anymore.

He pulls his hood lower, turning his back on the light of the campsite.

Hunger gnaws at him, but it’s not food that will fill the emptiness.

That hunger is for connection, for belonging, for a chance to feel human again. Yet every step he takes back into the forest reminds him how far he is from that.

NATALIE OUELETTE (Clockwork)

(I want to give you a heads-up—this scene is a bit unsettling, but it’s actually important for understanding Natalie’s character. She has a deep resentment towards society and struggles with mental health and moral dilemmas. I haven’t fully explored her depth yet, but her backstory involves childhood abuse, and encountering this child stirs painful memories, which explains her intense reaction.)

(Don’t worry though, the child isn’t harmed, no one gets hurt by Natalie, and no mention of specific abuse is mentioned, only hinted by the words “dirty”. Natalie is very important to me, so please try see her with depth and understanding)

Natalie’s head snaps up at the sound of crying..it’s high-pitched, and filled with fear. It pierces through her like a blade. Pushing through the dense trees, she emerges into a small clearing, her eyes locking onto a child sitting alone, clutching a bloodied knee.

She freezes, her breath catching in her throat as she watches from behind a tree. The cries grow louder, each sob echoing in her head, reverberating like thunder, overwhelming her senses.

Loud. Too loud. Stop.

The noise clawing at her mind until, without warning, her voice erupts.

"Stop it!" she shouts, startling herself as much as the child. The child’s head jerks toward her, wide-eyed and trembling.

Natalie is no longer hidden, exposed and vulnerable, just like the small figure before her.

A sickening wave of nausea hits her as she takes in the sight. The child’s tear-filled eyes, the innocence radiating off them—an innocence she lost long ago. It churns her stomach, twisting with memories too painful to confront. She can feel the bile rising, memories rushing up with it, but she forces it down, her throat tight.

The child’s lip quivers, blood trickling from their knee, smearing across their small hands. The sight of the crimson should thrill her, she normally revels in the mess—the chaos.

But now, it only fills her with revulsion and pity, something she hates feeling of, something that reminds her of how she pitied herself when nobody else would.

She stumbles backwards, her thoughts spiraling, the air thick with the weight of her past.

Then, she hears a gruff voice calling out a name. The child turns toward the sound, a small cry escaping their lips as they spot their father rushing into the clearing. Relief floods their face as the man drops to his knees, scooping the child into his arms, soothing them with gentle words. His hands cup the small injury, eyes full of concern.

Natalie doesn’t stay to watch.

She turns and pushes her way back through the trees, heart pounding in her chest. She doesn’t stop until she reaches the lake, where the cold water laps at the muddy shoreline.

Desperation surges through her as she strips off her clothes, discarding them carelessly onto the wet ground. She steps into the water, her teeth chattering as the icy cold wraps around her skin.

Dirty, dirty, dirty.

The thought echoes relentlessly in her mind. The memories cling to her, suffocating, the child’s innocent eyes, the blood on their hands—everything she can’t stand to face. She wades deeper into the lake, her breath coming in shallow gasps.

She needs to cleanse herself, to scrub away the filth of the past, the filth of everything.

Without hesitation, she plunges beneath the surface, the shock of the cold silencing the noise in her head.

The water envelops her, numbing her body, dulling the pain, if only for a moment.

Beneath the surface, the cries finally stop.

Everything is quiet, and for now, that’s enough.

[moonsart]

[zamjd]

Hey guys idk if you know this but I make stickers for fun personal stuff bcs I'm delusional/silly

I'm working on the cutting guys I know it's horrendous

[dandelion-blues]

Fandom: Danny Phantom, Five Nights at Freddy's: security breach

Summary:

Danny was fourteen when he died. Fourteen when he became a father/brother/cousin to his clone. Fourteen when he defeated Pariah Dark.

Fifteen when his parents rejected him, wanting to tear him apart molecule by molecule. Fifteen when he led a revolution against the GIW after Dani died in his arms. Fifteen when his hometown, his Earth, and the Infinite Realms were forever separated (when Jazz, Sam, and Tucker had to stay behind to live). Fifteen when his home became the infinite realms, and he stayed dead.

Sixteen when he found out he was the prince of the infinite Realms. Sixteen when he found family again, in the ticking clocks and howling tundra. Sixteen when his powers became too great that even his grandfather Clockwork could not see his timeline anymore. Sixteen when he realized that he was still alive, and the land of the dead was fully killing him. Sixteen when his home and family was ripped away from him again. Sixteen when he returned to the living.

Only to find himself in another nightmare with haunted animatronics (at least Danny got to know them before they got infected with a virus). Will Danny be able to save the animatronics, or will he succumb to his haunted past?

[lavenoon]

Accidentally Undercover - Dusk does love a good game of cat and mouse <3

Non Canon, featuring @clxckwork-sun-n-moon's agentsona! <3

[moonfoxgazer]

My first fic for @ecto-implosion based on artwork by @ovytia-art

I hope ya'll enjoy this as much as I have enjoyed writing it.

[cero-sleep]

2, 3, 14, 19 and 22 from the inky-duchess OC asks? for Fiero (god’s favourite) - @clxckwork-sun-n-moon

Tea, coffee, hot chocolate or other?

Pre death Fiero would have liked coffee, sometimes they still drink it, a bitter reminder of their past

What does their safe space look like?

Light, it's tranquility manifested, the space they appear in before reviving again and again

Are they a simple person to please or difficult?

They are difficult to please, they have to get their way

What does your character consider to be their lowest point?

Mmmm probably their life right before they died, it wasn't great

What are their eating habits like? Do they snack throughout the day? Or do they eat sparsely?

They don't need to eat so they only do it sometimes

[superbbirdofparadise]

Holy Fizzy Faz this is so cute! I love this fic to bits, but I think this is the first fanart I've seen of it. Hoping these little guys will be just as happy as you drew them, someday.

Guys, it's happened again.

@gallexy-cat brainrot for thier fnaf Clockwork au

I thought I'd never read a fnaf fanfic but this story is so good I'm not even mad. And not only did they make an awesome story, but also made animatics for them!

If you like mystery and found family feeling story with a mix of abandoned environment, read this!!!

[clxckwork-sun-n-moon]

welcome to your irregularly scheduled Misuta doodle drop, today featuring a collection of sketches and some uses of jackets for sleepy cuddling

Misuta is from @venomous-qwille's Ghost in the Machine

[freezingmcxn]

hihihi!! sooo I was wondering for a while, how many creeps/zalgoids(if any) have you put into your AU? do zalgoids even exist in your AU, and do the creeps and zalgoids have like that enemy vibe to them or is it another story?? I love your writing by the way please don’t explode and turn into a marketable plushie☹️

THE CREEPS IN MY AU

Tw: gruesome and dark, mentions of both child murder and murder in general, sacrifice, abuse(childhood included), cannibalism, torture, gore.

Hiii, I’m glad you enjoy it!! So there’s no Zalgoids because Zalgo is a fictional God in my AU rather than an actual entity!

I can totally tell you what creeps and proxies are featured though, I’ll give you a small **summary about their purpose and who they are too ;)

There is some more that I want to add but this is what I have for now

PROXIES

Proxies' true names are unknown, identified instead by a prominent feature or possession.

They are deceased individuals whose bodies have been inhabited by fragments of Slenderman's consciousness.

Proxies exist solely to hunt sustenance for Slenderman, devoid of any need for human interaction or other basic needs. They are single mindedly dedicated to their assigned task, with no distractions.

Boots

Nicknamed “Boots” due to her signature steel-toe hiking boots, she stands out among the Proxies for her relative lack of hostility.

Unlike others, Slenderman’s influence over her corpse is tenuous, resulting in a lingering sense of emptiness and detachment.

She remains mostly unaware of her situation and existence in general, only occasionally acting on his commands.

Shiner

Nicknamed “Shiner” due to the black eyes he often inflicts on his victims before delivering them to Slenderman, he is the most violent and ruthless among the Proxies.

Slenderman’s possession of his corpse is extremely strong, leaving Shiner singularly focused on capturing victims.

Bagsy

Nicknamed “Bagsy” for the shotgun always slung across their body, they take hunting for victims with grave seriousness.

Bagsy remains quite enigmatic, appearing far less frequently than the others.

Constantly wearing a burlap mask, they are often spotted lurking in bushes or trees, meticulously searching for “prey” to satisfy Slenderman.

KILLERS

These are the people living in Maine who have either a secret hobby or a full-time lifestyle centered around killing. Some are in plain sight, while others remain hidden behind the trees.

Jeffery Woods (Jeff The Killer)

Jeffery Woods is a complex twenty something year old man who thrives in the isolation of the forest, deriving extreme pleasure from the suffering he inflicts on others.

Constantly evading the law, he is driven by an insatiable hunger for death and haunted by severe issues and scars that came from “the incident.”

Jeffery roams through towns across Maine, leaving a trail of terror and death in his wake. His extreme god complex fuels a sense of invincibility, making him smile at the wanted posters that adorn telephone poles and store windows.

Tobias Erin Rogers

Tobias Rogers, a self proclaimed outlaw at thirty, fled from home at seventeen and has since made the forests his refuge.

Plagued by a multitude of disorders and an awful past, Toby resorts to murder as a release for his pent-up anger, often turning to cannibalism as a sick comfort.

When he's not burying his hatchets into someone's skull, he wanders endlessly through the forests and towns, a restless and tormented soul.

Natalie Ouellette

Natalie chose a life of isolation, drifting away from society at fifteen after her home life became unbearable.

Now twenty two, she resides in an old camper deep in the forest, rarely seen and shrouded in mystery. Uninterested in human interaction, she often exhibits animalistic behavior.

Driven by an obsession with gore and art, Natalie seeks out campers, typically men, to torture and gruesomely murder.

She dismembers their bodies, scattering parts throughout the forest or creating her own scarecrows, leaving a chilling mark on her secluded part of the forest.

Laughing Jack (Jack Aurand)

Jack Aurand is widely perceived as a happy, upbeat, and kid loving local who runs a store called “Hetty’s”.

His warm demeanor and infectious laughter make him a beloved figure in the community, especially among children.

However, behind this cheerful facade lies his sinister alter ego, "Laughing Jack." Disguised as a clown, he dons colorful costumes, exaggerated makeup, and a big red nose.

His clown persona, complete with an uncanny smile and demeanour, allows him to gain the trust of unsuspecting children who stay out way past their given curfew.

He is the unseen hand behind most of the child murders and kidnappings that have plagued Durham for decades.

GHOSTS/DEMONS

The demons and ghostly residents of the forest are the most human among the creeps you might encounter, which says a lot. Some are fairly neutral toward humans, some see them as prey, and others may fear them.

Sally Williams

Sally Williams, a 12 year old spirit, resides near the deepest parts of the forest.

Her body was tragically dumped in a ditch by her sick uncle and had decomposed before being discovered. Missing posters for her still hang around to this day.

Sally appears to lost campers, attempting to deter them from encountering Slenderman and other dangerous beings.

She remembers every detail leading to her death and has never fully accepted it, though she has learned to cope.

Sally wears a pink, frilly dress that is dirty and torn, her thick curls are knotted and matted with blood and there are visible bruises on her arms and head.

Lyra Rogers

Lyra Rogers, sister of Tobias Rogers, tragically died in a car accident at the age of 19.

She lingers around the outskirts of the forest, hiding whenever people walk by.

Deeply distressed, she still struggles to comprehend what happened, even after all these years.

Lyra misses her baby brother and her mother dearly.

Benjamin Lawman (Ben Drowned)

Ben was forced into Purus because of David Newton’s affect on his mother. His defiance against the cult leader led to his tragic death, and his body was disposed of in a lake.

Ben’s spirit now roams the Durham forests, tethered to the lake that became his final resting place. He appears dripping wet at all times, his clothes cling to his gaunt frame.

His sunken eyes now reflect a deep sorrow and confusion.

Unlike Sally, he has little to no memory of what happened and misses his mother deeply.

Ben is extremely timid, often hiding in the shadows of the dense forest, making him an elusive presence.

Jack Nyras (Eyeless Jack)

Jack one of the demons of the forest (more human than demon) who is living quietly among the trees.

His age is unknown, as he has long lost count. Jack has been in the forest longer than any of the other human creeps.

Once a victim of a satanic cult(not Purus), he was sacrificed, but the ritual went wrong, leaving him half blind and hosting a starving, flesh eating demon who is more of a nuisance than a nightmare.

Jack only kills when necessary, if animal organs aren’t enough, he will seek out a human and consume it whole, bones and all, always making sure to cover his tracks.

David Newton

??Mystery man for now…what’s he doing here.??

That’s all for now!! There is more creeps who are in the townsfolk catagory, let me know if you wanna hear about them too :))

[radiance1]

Inspired by @puppetmaster13u and various dragon aus they have.

BUT! This is also a bit of a fantasy/DnD au I guess...? IDK BUT HERE WE GO-

Okay now so, I'm imagining that that Danny, Tucker, and Sam create a pocket dimension for their game via the use of reality warping (via scepter) and something given to them by Pariah Dark before he went off on that whole honey moon thing with Clockwork.

For the record, Danny isn't the ghost king here, Pariah Dark is he's just the prince.

Sam created a garden from the barren earth, that eventually grew into a great forest and spread out to the rest of the world, which technically made her the creator of life but anyways. So, she's holed up in said garden turned forest.

Tucker bestowed upon his subjects (after they were made of course) knowledge and technology and is regarded as the greatest teacher in that world's history.

Danny? Oh yea he became that one that giant dragon that everyone knows is there, is afraid of, and just sleeps all day in this one specific place. You'd have to cut him some slack though, because no one told him creating a world and its laws would be so hard even with help.

That and him, as the one with basically the most knowledge and resident fanboy of space, created the stars surrounding the place as well!

Of course, they couldn't stay there all of the time. What with work (Tucker), high-society (Sam), and studying (Why the heck did Danny decide to go to collage again?). That entire place was just made to play around in before they had to go their separate ways and be, you know, actual adults, so it was easy enough to let go of it really.

Except for Danny. Not of any great reason, really, he just needed someplace where he could quietly study in peace, nap, think or just get away from the Ghost Zone before he had to go through all that princely nonsense again. Plus, none of their creations in that pocket dimension really wanted to mess with the giant fuck off dragon who was said to created the place anyways.

For the record, Danny is more of an eastern dragon in design with a long body rather than western. So that probably just added more into his intimidation with his sheer length.

So, you know, of course he would have been none too pleased when someone actually did disturb his solitude (as stated by the dimension's residents) as soon as the world was thrown off-balance by an outside force.

Meanwhile, Klarion the Witch boy is having the time of his life coming across a whole world that somehow hasn't been affected by Order or Chaos. So he's capitalizing on that.

Then he came across a place that was said to be sacred, not that he cared, and then came across a boy who didn't look a day over his teens (which frankly doesn't say much in regards to immortals) with a frankly long tail that looked longer than he was tall and very majestic looking horns.

Danny was annoyed yet curious, Klarion was surprised yet delighted.

[ri-afan]

“Clocky, you know I can’t lie to save my life—“

“This is true.”

“So what makes you think I can act and do these little drama pieces for you?”

What he could have replied -> ‘You’re not trying to be remembered in the sense that people will remember who you are, you’re just trying to get people to remember whatever information you are trying to say. In fact, saying things in a way that doesn’t make sense could work in your favour because people do remember baffling things.’

What Clockwork said -> “People can take lessons for all sorts of things these days.”

This is how Danny Fenton ended up minoring in theatre.

Okay, you know those inconsequential moments in movies and shows where something is done or said but it doesn’t matter until the Protagonist connects things/uses the info later?

Enter Danny.

This is a small job that he does while working with Clockwork. Danny walks around doing or saying things that might move the time stream to the ‘ideal’ outcome. Does he know how it helps? Nah, just that it does since he knows the slightest change can have big impacts. He doesn’t know exactly how long he’s been doing it in this universe, but it’s something to do.

Tim, the Connector of Dots, has recently caught onto a pattern of things, but he’s not sure what he’s looking at.

[zamjd]

ClockWork Mekas Reference sheet

WOOOOOOOOOOOOO YEAH OMG THIS TOOK AN UNHOLY AMOUNT OF TIME TO FINISH

I want to clarify They have the same body!

I redesigned it a little .w.

Also now that I have posted this I will open my asks about these guys (hooray noises)

heres some notes undercut

The main Inspiration for the design

It's one of the old design for the Suppression Specialist Meka

As for the whole "how do they transform" stuff, it's similar to how Furina does it except the colors switching to moon will have the Ousia arkhe alignment splash while switching to Sun will have Pneuma arkhe alignment splash (They still follow the whole lights off is moon and lights on is sun)

Edit 8:04 GTM+8:

Also height reference if Furina was 156.2 cm (aka fem traveler height i think)

Edit 9:12 GMT+8:

I should probably explain their current status so yall could get the general idea. They are entertainer bots in the opera epiclese and does theater performance as well as being Jesters, their rep varies from person. Some people find him entertaining and unique and would often praise them while some just finds him straight up annoying and wonder why they have a personality like that. But everyone agrees that they are the most diligent when it comes to keeping the opera clean and neat, it's technically their home and can't leave premises without the survey of someone trusted by Furina or the Cheif Justice.

I think that will be some of the details I'll send out now I need to do my other ref ajkdjakksks