Autism4ADHD dynamic my beloved

She got blood on her papa’s coat :((

Very fun commission I did for @tetchnicalities ! Thank you for commissioning me !

(ko-fi commissions still open!)

Had so much fun drawing a commission of @pjthetoonaddict ‘s lovely ocs! Thank you for commissioning me!

( ko-fi commissions still open )

Translation : “ Moon evening, O’ cream and honey “

( makes more sense in Arabic, it has a sing song tone to it -> Masa’ Al Qamar, Ya Qishta Wa Asal )

@laxi0v0 was like you should draw femme Riddlebird and I was like —

Riddlebird cuddles

When the paramedics laid Edward on a stretcher, Oswald kissed his temple and whispered,” I love you, truly this time, I love you. ” 

( The Penguin and The Peacock, chapter 19 )

“ Tell me about the hallucinations,” Crane said, his whole body turned towards him.

“ Ah,” Oswald raised his chin, “ I don’t think that’s any of your concern.” 

“ Auditory? Visual? Could you feel them?” Crane asked regardless,” You keep squinting. Do you have a headache? The sweating, the shaky hands, the hallucinations… You’re an alcoholic, aren’t you Mr. Cobblepot? Why did you stop drinking so suddenly? How are you coping with the withdrawal?” 

Oswald clenched his fists, “ Dr. Crane, I’m not obliged to answer your inquiries.”

“ Fear, ” Crane smiled, mouth stretching too wide,  “What are you so afraid of?” 

“ D– Dr Crane.” Oswald moved a little further from him. He reached the edge of the sofa, but Crane kept coming closer.

(The Penguin And The Peacock, chapter 17)

On it boss 🫡

I need more chubby Oswald fan art 🤤

They found Quinzel in the kitchen, leaning over the island to decorate a cake with intense focus, tongue out and eyebrows drawing together. She wore a short red dress with white puffy sleeves under a checkered apron. She had her hair up in pigtails, and she had discarded her glasses. The smell of vanilla and sweet candy-like perfume surrounded them.  Oswald swallowed, calculating routes of exit and noting down things that could be used as a weapon against him. Something was off— Quinzel moved in quick jerky movements, like a cartoon. She’d quickly switch from one dramatic pose to the other. 

“Hiya there!” she greeted, waving both of her red-frosting and flour-covered hands. 

( The Penguin And The Peacock, chapter 16)

Had fun doing this commision for @nelson-and-murdock ! Sadie is wonderful ! Psst!Here is where you can get your own commision

Hello! You can get a commission from me through this link

When life sucks but you pick up a kitten and it sucks less now

That’s her baby brother !

Selina Kyle I love youuuuuuu

Needed to draw them happy n stupid

Carmine Falcone’s tombstone was a sleek reflective black, but Oswald couldn’t see Sofia’s face in the image it showed. She looked pale without her makeup or gold earrings. Beside it, Alberto’s tombstone mentioned him as a loving son and brother. It failed to mention that he was Gotham’s most well-known serial killer in the last century or so.  

“Sofia, I’m sorry about—” he started to say, but Sofia raised a firm hand. 

“ Don’t.” She said calmly, “ One word, Penguin, one word and you’re dead. You speak when I permit you to.”

( the Penguin and the peacock, chapter 15)