#Danonation

[lazyartistunderscore]

BURT FABLEMAN COMMISSION FOR @lycazart!!!!

[gotgoatcheesed]

merry riddlemas ✨✨✨

[trevolinesmelody]

I dont promise ending this this year! As you guys know! Im busy with my job u_u

But im reedoing the sketch!

Idk if I told you

I was already ending the last Eddie when someone… made bad eye on my laptop and it stopped working o_O yeah, esotericism? Maybe, but I believe it because the person who did it is shitty….

Anyways! I dont think I have pics of it :( im sorry

The only images I have are this :\

I didn’t took pics of 38 eddie and riddler even if I already had them :c ughhhhhw

WhAtever! Im gonna try do it better

But that incident made me fall in dpreasion lol

Im better now

[starshinesluvr]

Your art is so cute!! Would it be okay to request a Dwayne Hoover doodle?

AGH!!!! I ADORE YOUR ART HELLO! i had finished this request a few days ago and forgot to post ( ;´ - `;) i hope a whole colored doodle page will make up for it!

first time drawing dwayne </3 i hope its not noticeable + close ups under the cut!

[starkidsimping]

paul dano characters and who they main in mario kart (2009)

personally assigned by me….. heh…. 😼

barry milland:

— likes her voice a lot and thinks the shooting star bike is really pretty. wishes his hair was as soft as hers looks

pierre bezukhov:

— "what a funny looking fellow!"

louis ives:

— obviously . also a woman on a motorbike. insert long bacon image. says "oh no :(" whenever she loses

tim klitz:

— i seriously cant explain this one its just vibes. thinks he's cool and "he's just like me fr" he loses every game

percy dolarhyde:

— tumbleweed energy and thought way he danced on the character choose screen was hysterical. typa guy to throw the controller when he loses (which is often)

eli sunday:

— did NOT want to play. only chose mario cuz "the game is name after him. he's obviously the best racer" (he doesnt understand the game)

dwayne hoover:

— didnt wanna feel basic by choosing bowser but wanted something cool . he dint even know DK had insanely good vehicles it was just a fun bonus

joby taylor:

— doesnt care about being "basic" bowser is cool as FUCK and he doesnt even care that his bikes and karts are ass its for the aesthetic

calvin weir-fields:

— hes not like other guys he mains LUIGI instead of MARIO ........ gets unreasonably upset and pouty when he loses and claims the game is "rigged"

edward nashton:

— will tell you he mains king boo or smthn but he's lying. likes daisy's bikes and he just likes her ok dont think abt it too much or he'll refuse to ever play again

this is the dumbest thing ever

[orangelovesyoumore]

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!!!!

im having way too much fun w my presents, say hi to edward everyone !!!!!!!!

[danosrosegarden]

a dream - edward nashton

a small piece in where edward nashton has a dream about a family.

[angst + childhood trauma]

{838 words}

edward drifted into dreams in fear.

it was brutal, always brutal. he'd wake up with his reddened eyes aching and the stench of sweat sealed onto his skin. it infiltrated his bloodstream, coating his cells with an agony that was thick and syrupy. it was injected into the hollow bubbles of his bones, filling his marrow with a misery that was sharp and piercing.

one night. he didn't speak to god much anymore, but he found himself asking often for just one night of clear, crisp, breathable nothingness. a dreamless sleep. a rest where the scent of his old room didn't linger under his nose or the memory of his fingertips being chewed raw didn't tingle on his skin.

he stayed up late most evenings. it was a good way to avoid the towering monster of those dreams. the bitter, flurry-speckled air from outside his apartment seeped in through the walls and vents. christmas eve in gotham! he should feel the merry joy thumping loud and strong in his heart. but the miserable bags tugging hard underneath his eyes. but the heavy, suffocating silence. but the deafening loneliness. but the godforsaken dreams.

he'd crawled into bed and let his eyes flutter shut with a deep, impending sense of doom. sleep knocked him out quick, and for awhile, it was all the same. agonizing air sizzling on his broken skin. the old walls of the room in the orphanage. the faint echoes of weary weeping ringing in his ears.

it all seemed to melt at once, the scent of the spoiled-milk memories circling the drain and fading away. his world blurred.

he felt a warmth. a warmth he'd yet to feel in any dream before. it all slowly came into focus...a fireplace. his eyes fastened on a burning orange fireplace. he listened to the flame crackle and pop before it happened. safehaven. the tender, quiet air felt like home. a home he'd never stepped foot in, a home he'd longed for for as long as he could yearn.

and then there it was. a feathery-light weight in his cradled arms. he peered down and let out a quiet gasp.

tiny hands. impossibly small. nearly unbelievable, had it not been for the fact that they were grasped onto his index finger. it was real, he swore it, god, he could feel it. small, shallow breaths in and out, the little rising and falling of their chest. eyes closed, drifted away in a gentle rest.

edward's breath seemed to slow entirely as he stared at the creature sleeping in his arms. everything about them was so impossibly small, so terrifyingly fragile. he was afraid that if he blinked too hard or drew a breath too loud, they'd shatter.

their eyes fluttered open, and he felt a shock of fear strike through him. he stared into the watery irises of the little thing.

"hi there," he heard himself whisper gently.

for a moment, it was nothing but warm, ambient quiet. two sets of eyes looking deep into each other. a language not yet shared, but a tender feeling silently and mutually understood.

and then there it was. the slow upturn of the corners of their mouth. a loud, joyful giggle. edward gasped, breaking into a wide smile.

"hi, darling," he said, the sound of his grin trickling through his words.

at once, he was overwhelmed with the burst of a bright, sunny future. colored pencil scribbles stuck to his fridge. small, light-up shoes placed next to his by the front door. packing lunches. signing permission slips. responsibility. trust. unwavering, undying, unconditional, unbelievable love. a love that was buried deep inside the meaty strings of his heart, a love so loud and intense that it threatened to burst.

not for a singular second did the thought cross his mind of where they came from, what they were doing here. it seemed as if all the blood and bones in his body just knew it from the moment he looked down into his arms...they are mine. through the nights i spent freezing, shivering, and silently sobbing in the orphanage, they were mine. through the lifetime of self loathing that dripped into my raw, sore throat like mucus, they were mine. there is no question. there is nothing i wouldn't do for you. i would cheat and rob and lie and steal and kill and there was never, ever any question. you are mine.

as fast as the bursting heart blossomed throughout his body, it snuffed itself out and edward woke up. the heavy, billion-pound sinking feeling was immediate.

but how lovely it was to gaze upon your smiling face for just a quick glance, his eyes said. how great of an honor it was to cradle you for a second, his arms whispered. how sanctifying an experience it was to know you at all, his body sighed.

edward rubbed his eyes and pulled the covers up closer to his chin, thinking of some place enveloping and warm as he drifted into a dreamless sleep.

[6rrraphite]

Happy holidays tumblrinas!! Love from mexico!!

[scurvyboy]

matt reeves i know you want to put him in the penguin so bad

[tr4shcanbugz]

gas mask riddler (im freakign out)

[shabawdy]

i like him. a normal amount

[fivetrench]

I don’t think you guys actually like him

[meeowdrey]

HE IS SO NERVOUS,,,, HE IS SHAKING.

[mar1psa]

someone sedate me i hate tbis schoooool

[broccolipaws]

If I think about him as a kid too hard I feel sick