Self identifies as Palpatine’s Mom

Allison - she/her - 22 - commissions open

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Hey friends! I figured it’s time I post my commission prices and process! I’ll update my bio when comms are open or closed, and feel free to ask me any questions on this post or in DMs :D

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Art fight for @smoo-red ❤️

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Art fight attack for @kiieyla hehe 🩵

[ochibrochi]

💎 rogues are a bat's best friend 🦇 @brucewaynepinupzine

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I posted these on insta and then commented forgot to post them anywhere else. Oops!

[demfury]

kylux 🔀 hanleia

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Old ass comic I redrew over the course of… a long time. Happy May 4th! This is an AU where Kylo and gang flee the order, chaos ensues.

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Random assortment of Jayvik and meljayvik drawings. Yay!

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AH SWEEEH!! BAH THE MOON AND THE STAHS AND THE SKAY…. AH’LL BE THERE KAHL!!!

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The secret comes out, I’m a RWBY fan. Did you guys know I met Blake’s VA and she complimented my nails?

[flydinom]

Ponies

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Sorry, but these villagers are in prison for war crimes

+bonus

[robs-your-robins]

The Riddler probably has such an up and down relationship with the Robins because they all tend to tackle things differently and he’s always so thrown by how they handle his riddles.

The Riddler: To free Batman from my trap, you must answer this riddle, little bird. I speak without a mouth and hear without ears. I have no body, but I come alive with wind. What am I?

Dick, eight years old and freshly Robin: *thinking really hard*

The Riddler looking at Batman dangling upside down: ?

Batman: He just needs an extra minute.

The Riddler:

Batman: English isn’t his first langauge.

The Riddler, feeling a little bad: oh, that’s… take your time, buddy.

Jason, twelve years old: *lifting a hand*

The Riddler: -uh, yes?

Jason: Can you repeat that? The riddle?

The Riddler: um, yeah, sure. I have cities, but no houses. I have mountains, but no trees. I have water, but no fish. What am I?

Jason: Yeah, you’re a map but when you’re talking about multiple species of fish, which you probably are, you can say fishes. If you’re using fish, you’re only talking about one species.

The Riddler:

Jason: I just think you should know that. You know as a “genius”

The Riddler: The more you take, the more you -

Tim: Footsteps, where’s Batman?

The Riddler: No, you have to let me-

Tim: Nuh-uh

The Riddler: The fuck do you mean “nuh-uh”? Who raised you?

Tim, on two hours sleep, with two essays due on this fine Thursday night: *fucking launches himself at The Riddler*

The Riddler: I wear a mask but not to hide,

Steph: It's you. You're the answer.

The Riddler: You have to let me finish.

Steph, mimicking him: YOu HaVE tO LEt mE FIniSH

The Riddler: I have-

Damian: *launches himself at the Riddler*

The Riddler: Batman, fuck, FUCK, he’s fucking biting me-

[zan-miya]

grown son cuddle with dad challenge :) Jason lost a bet with his siblings but Bruce is lowkey extremely happy with this outcome. none of his children will ever be too big for cuddles.

and what if i say jason sometimes find it hard to be comfortable in his post-resurrection body because he died as a small teenager so when things dont fit around him the way it used to (bruce's hugs, the gargoyle) it sent him spiralling

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Damian becoming the Doctor of the family, treating the Bats when they're injured, and taking care of them... But doing so in the most evil unhinged ways possible.

Damian, injecting something into Bruce's arm: I'll give you an anesthetic but you are in no condition to fight, Father. You'll be on bed rest until I clear you.

Bruce, already standing up, no fucks given: Thanks, Damian. But I really need to catch these people, they are– They–

Bruce: *Begins to stumble in place* They– y-you–

Damian:

Bruce, falling to the ground: W-what did you–?

*Evil boss music starts playing in the background*

Damian, slowly approaching: Oh, sorry, did I said I would give you anesthetic? I meant to say a paralyzing agent.

Bruce:

Damian: Don't worry, Father, Black Bat will take care of the case...

Damian, carrying Bruce back to bed:And you, as I said, will be on bed rest until I clear you.

*Evil music intensifies*

*After training*

Damian: I made limonade.

Dick, reaching for a glass: Thanks, Dam—

Damian: Not that one. That one is Drake's.

Dick: Oh–

Damian, handing Dick a glass: This one is yours.

Dick: Oh.

Damian:

Dick:

Dick: Did you- Did you put something in Tim's?

Damian:

Dick:... Did you put something in mine?

Damian:

Dick:What did you p–

Damian: Drink it, Grayson. It's good for you.

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Drag Batman you will ALWAYS be famous