This took me forever to draw and color, but I'm really happy with the outcome :3 I'm also really proud of myself :3
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Toonman OriginToonman OriginToonman Origin by mr-redx
Real Name: Cosmo Marx
Alias: The Animated Ace
Height: 5’ 11 1/2”
Eyes: Black Dots
Hair: Silvery White
Occupation: Profession Superhero, Comedian, and Karma-Instigator
Base of Operations: Animania, ToonTown
The hero known as “Toonman” is many things, but it’s easier to just call him what he is- A Cartoon Character!
Toonman’s exact origins have not fully been documented, due to a combination of exaggerated storytelling and an unsure opinion of whether or not what he says is true. But we have managed to put together a basic outline. Toonman’s earliest memories were of him waking up in Cartoon Dimension known as ToonTown, a parallel universe from which all cartoon characters who have been brought to life, through animation or other means, exist in Utopia. ToonTown is home to many Toons from famous animation studios including Disney, Dreamwor
Sleep (Russia x Reader)(A/N: I wrote this at like 1AM. I've been trying to fight my way through writer's block, please forgive me. Apologies if anyone is OOC, I haven't actually watched Hetalia for a while.)
The curtains in the small room were drawn open, allowing moonlight to drift in. The occasional fleck of dust was visible. No sounds could be heard, except for the breathing of the two figures in the room. One awake, and sat up on a bed, and one still in a slumber, resting next to the other.
Tired (E/C) eyes gazed out the window, watching the snow gracefully dance down to the ground below. Admiring the gentle breeze outside, that caused the branches from the pine trees to wave ever so slightly. Her gaze drifted from the window to the man who lay beside her. A faint smile spread onto her lips, as she looked at her lover of many years.
His chest rose and fell e
Help Where You CanYou’d felt it again during the last fight, that overwhelming guilt and sadness that was like a punch in your gut. It had nearly distracted you enough that you were almost taken down by a stray repulsor blast. You had dodged, barely, not seeing anything past the haze of the emotions hammering your mind. After that near miss, you’d blocked out the emotions as best you could, focusing on the fight and surviving it.
But now that you were back in Avengers Tower with the others, that flash of emotion was now bugging you. There were times you’d felt it before, sometimes late at night that nearly brought you to tears or during fights accompanied by a burning anger that had made you bare your teeth and growl at your foes. You’d done your best to trace the emotions back to their source, trying to find out who was feeling like this and projecting so hard. It was harder than you thought, finding the source of guilt and sadness here in the Tower. Living with a group of super