#Danny tcm

[unknownkona]

dad bod danny, he deserves some meat and chub idc IDCC

[alittlebitofeverthang]

I know you guys haven’t heard from me in a while. Got really busy but, I had sometime to do a little something special. I have a friend who allowed me to take pictures of her Julie cosplay and show y’all.

[alittlebitofeverythang]

A lil’ art I did of our sunflower and rattlesnake.

[onlyomens]

Danny version 😋

thought you would like this one @johnnysboytoy

[seriiialkiller]

These mfs think they the cranberries 😭

[anaflcres]

Born To Die | Sonny Williams

“When I get out of here- No. When we get out of here,”

1/8 character board for my story “Born To Die”, a tcm fan fiction. coming soon.

[angiefoxy]

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔

[adaptacy]

why does he sound like that

(I’ve replayed this like 8 times)

(Leland PLEASE give me a chance)

[nyssabare]

Just thought I'd share my thoughts on Danny and how he felt before he died.

He probably felt so bad for not going with maria on her photography trip. He beats himself up for it. He didn't keep his girlfriend safe and now he's alone again, just like when he was in the foster home. How his parents left him at such a young age.

He probably was so desperate when he saw nancy answer the door. He was so close to getting help, so close. There was no way out when he stepped into that house though, that tea was probably drugged. He was dying no matter what.

He probably woke up in nancys basement in front of marias body, scared, bleeding, and alone, before he saw johnny and then died just hours later. He probably experienced so much pain and wasn't offered the peace of death throughout any of it until he passed out on johnny and nancy.

Anyway that's all :)

[bloodfeeder]

reupload cos i forgot to draw his beard

[unknownkona]

d-e-s-s-e-r-t

[alittlebitofeverthang]

Everyone’s voice lines towards Maria is awesome but then you have Johnny. This man is wayyyy too casual. He saw me (Maria) and was like, “you know that boy who live (blank, blank, blank) down the street?” Man is acting like he didn’t kidnap her and is just having a casual conversation. 😂 now I can’t stop think how Johnny was just talking Maria’s ear off as she just was hanging there tied up like

[lelandmylove]

Made these like in December and posted them to my tiktok so now I'm deciding to post them on here YAYAYYAYYAAYYA

[massacredzombie]

The new victim Danny that's coming out soon? I've wanted to see art of him for awhile now!

He definitely cried while watching Jaws

[alittlebitofeverythang]

So, the devs alluded to the fact that Maria had met Johnny before he kidnapped her so, this little thing I’m making will be a little series. Adding on to the last story I made about the day she was kidnapped, this is before he took when she supposedly met a handsome stranger. We also say she is slowly stalked by the stranger before he takes her.

⚠️ warning there is discrimination in this and some language and sexual advances. ⚠️

Jonny’s little Angel

His eyes scanned the room, though the bar was barely lit, Johnny still knew in the sea of faces, none of them were new. Same ol’ people he’d seen before. He’d be lyin’ if he said he wasn’t feeling a slight bit of annoyance in his chest. “Well ain’t that a real bitch.” He huffed under his breath bringing the bottle of beer up to his lips. The bottle and its contrasts had long lost its chill. The now warm liquid burned a bit as it rushed down. Something Johnny had come to be familiar with. He wetted his lips, setting the bottle down on the wooden table with a soft clink. A thought crossed his mind, a fight. That could itch that sweet spot that’s been unsatisfied for the past few days. However, the drive to start a fight left as soon as it came. Johnny sighed leaning back in the booth, his head angled upward to the light that hung above the table. He let out a breath. “Alright.” He said to aloud quietly, an agreement with himself to leave. Taking. A last swig of the bottle he got up, rolled his shoulders, and headed out the door.

The night was warm, not too much of a difference from the Texas heat during the day. His..well- Drayton’s white truck was parked just across the street, lights were far and few on the streets itself. A true and perfect setup for trouble of his making. Just as he inserted his keys I. The door his ear p kids up on something. A voice. Voices. An argument? “Please, I just need one night. Surely you can make an exception for me. I apologize, I know it’s really late but it’s just one night.” Johnny’s eyes roam to the hotel that sat to the right of the antique shop he parked in front of. The woman has a fairly thick accent. “Listen, lady, those rooms are for special guests coming tomorrow.” He couldn’t see the woman’s face but he could only imagine. “I understand that but, check out is at 10 am and you said that those guests won’t be here until 5pm tomorrow. This is also the only hotel open this late.” The woman reminded him politely. “I know what I told you, but I don’t want the likes of you here.” The woman went silent for a moment. Johnny began walking over in no rush really. This was the most interesting thing he’d seen all night. “Excuse me?” *her tone was no longer friendly, her fist clenched at her side. “Why would you refuse me? Two, what do you mean “the likes of me”? I have done nothing to you.”

Johnny approached with a charming smile before his ungloved calloused hands caressed her arm the woman gasped startled before whipping around to face him. “Hi darlin.” For a fleeting moment Johnny wondered how his touch felt to her. Did she like it? “Um, hello.” The woman was captivating to say the least. Pretty face, round hazel eyes, elegant hair that framed her face just right. Johnny’s eyes wander down, well equipped with the ballistics too. She frowned, his gaze not going unnoticed. “Can I help you?” She questioned apprehensively. Johnny chuckled, “sorry darlin’, I jus happen to notice you look stressed. This old man giving you trouble?” Johnny pointed to the guy with his thumb. “What’s the problem?” He asked. “This…” she looked at the man “culo arrogante, has a room that won’t be used until tomorrow afternoon but says he won’t let “someone like me” as he put it, in the room.” She shot him a nasty glare. Johnny’s eyes shifted to focus on the man. Bert. Johnny knew him well. Hotel rooms are his go to often on nights like this. “Now that ain’t no way to treat a lady now is it? Especially when it's mine.” The woman’s look of confusion was prevalent in her features. He winked at her. Bert’s face was beyond angry, steam was practically coming out of his ears. “That’s a load of bull-“ Johnny interrupted him slamming his hand in the glass, obstructing Bert’s view of the woman. “Oh Bert, are we really gonna have a problem? Cause…” Johnny’s voice went lower and quiet. A voice that threatened violence. “I can fix it.” Not a treat, a promise. The stare off didn’t happen for long before Bert began ringing up the room that Johnny gladly paid for. He relaxed and draped an arm around the woman’s shoulder. “Room 13.” Bert slid the key through the semi circle in the glass window. As Johnny began to walk with his arm still around her Bert grumbled. “You just go with any ol desperate bitch.” The woman stopped abruptly turning her head to face Bert about to say something, “Aht, you’d better not. You might make me do somethin’ I won’t regret. Johnny warned using his index finger to turn her head back forward. Her cheek was very soft. “What do you mean by that?” She questioned trying to pull away. Johnny’s grip tightened pulling her back before leaning down to whisper in her ear. “Darlin, ya gotta play the part to keep the room. Quite frankly, I’d beat the hell outa him if he disrespected you again.” Johnny wasn't totally honest, the truth was, he’d beat Bert just for trying to go up against him.

Room 13, Johnny had the keys in hand and unlocked the door swinging it open. “After you sweetheart,” he gestured to the room. She looked at him, her brows furrowed, “you don’t plan on coming in do you?” He locked eyes with her for a moment. Thinking. He considered doing a hit and run. All he had to do was charm the poor thing. “I didn’t catch ya name sweetie.” She seemed hesitant before a small smile graced her lips. “Maria.” The way she said her own name made his heart stutter. The name. It fit. “Maria” he repeated. “Well, Maria-“ Johnny leaned against the doorframe giving her a charming smile. “You can call me Johnny.” She gave him a small nod, her smile becoming more prevalent. “Nice to meet you Johnny. Thank you for helping me out.” Mercy, the way his name sounded on her lips was nothing short of a symphony. “Of course darlin’ I can't imagine bein’ out here all by your lonesome and bein’ treated like that. Not very kind.” He commented, she seems susceptible to suggestions. “So, Maria, ya gonna let me stay the night? You know, for insurance, and…maybe you’d be interested in…” Johnny met Maria’s hazel eyes again. “Jumpin’ some bones as they say.” Maria quirked an eyebrow, “I’m sorry, but no thanks. I happen to have a boyfriend who is the light of my life. Who is the only man I would choose.” Johnny went silent the smile fading. She said no? Who ever says no to Johnny? No woman has ever said no to Johnny. Why was she any different? Boyfriend or not? Hell, he’d been with a few scandals here and there. In that moment Johnny made a vow to himself and the angel in front of him. He’d have her. One day. Down how. Not sure when, but he’d make sure of it. “Alright, I respect that. You have a good night darlin’.” He tipped his hat. His calm words betraying the anger and intrigue that burned indie his chest. She gave him a polite nod. “Buenas noches.” She said before closing the door. Johnny pulled out a cigarette, lighting it with his zippo lighter. Soon Maria. Soon.

(I’m still working on learning how to make things hue and saturate. But I have the og and the other version.