Some Sweet Dondin Sketches

Some sweet Dondin sketches 😘

Odin just loves his boy soooo much, okay?

(More than I don’t understand how to draw Donald’s hair, I don’t understand how to draw his hat, so I ignore it)

So, one of the ridiculous things that Edgeworth does while in his Bratsworth era is get into a staring contest with his own reflection… and then declare himself the winner. Now, the obvious answer to how this happened is that he just blinked and declared himself the winner, ridiculous lawyer-child he was.

The answer that amuses me more, however, is that his reflection literally blinked first, because Miles is just that stubborn and also we have ghosts and spirits and stuff canonically in this world, why not? And also, as a result of this, ever since then Edgeworth and his reflection haven’t been quite in perfect sync anymore. Sometimes it’s like nothing happened, other times it’ll be small - his reflection’s hair or jabot is out of place while Edgeworth’s isn’t - and sometimes it’s quite drastic.

For example: there’s one time where Phoenix and Edgeworth are walking by a large mirror together and Phoenix’s heart almost stops because “Holy crap, Edgeworth, where’s your reflection?!?” And Edgeworth just looks over, rolls his eyes with a sigh, and raps his knuckles on the mirror. Whereupon his reflection quickly pops up, straightening his hair, gives Phoenix a wave, then goes into being the perfect mirror image of Edgeworth you expect a reflection to be. Edgeworth’s only comment to Phoenix’s slack jaw and accusing finger is, “Oh. Yes, it does that sometimes.”

Donald: *sleep talking* The Kids: Can we take the houseboat for a spin!? Donald: *snore* *half-sleep* No.

Webby: Aunt Della, come check this out.

Della: What’s up.

[Your ask]

Della: Oh my god, Donald should I eat my vegetables?

Donald: *mutter* Yes

Della: Curses, I’ve been foiled

Louie: Should I do my homework?

Donald: Yes

Huey: How far is jupiter from the sun?

Dewey: Why would you ask him that??

Donald:  four hundred...eighty three point eight...million miles

The fam: 

"Order! Will the Von Karma siblings please refrain from trying to kill each other in court?!"

Bonus:

Shes baby.

A (most likely incomprehensive) guide to people - usually Eugene himself - correcting or acknowledging his name.

they’re babies, your honour. a tiny comic about tiny siblings