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A HANDY CHART FOR THOSE OF YOU WONDERING WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH THESE. NOTE THAT THESE ARE ALL THE INFORMAL AND YOU IS THE FORMAL SO LIKE YOU WOULD ALWAYS ADDRESS YOUR SUPERIOR/ OLDER PERSON/ SOCIAL BETTER WITH YOU BUT WITH YOUR BUDS YOU CAN USE THESE.

apollon-o-faye

Bruce Wayne’s Longest Con

Bruce didnt mean to convince the city of Gotham that he was a cryptid monster. It just sort of happened. but when Gotham herself gets in on the joke, well then, whats a family of bats and birds to do?

designing the twins was fun, Jason and Cass dont have wings in the fic yet, as they both sort of showed up and havent gotten their own suits yet, Superman and Wonder Woman think they were Preemie Babies and Dick is laughing at Bruce. They all are really. But B handles it. Highly recommend the fic this is based on, its hilarious and sweet and blends so many good pieces together. The humor the heart felt moments—- and! We get Mama Batman, which we collectively need more of.

13utko

How to render hands

That was supposed to be an art study. But I learnt a lot. Sharing it with you, guys

donutdrawsthings

Driftdoor on the mind.....

corelex

into the bathroom you go, stinky man

i-tai62

Bunny suit

tsarjozinzbazin

On behalf of us perverts I'd like to thank all the Bunny Suit modders out there, you are literally keeping me alive.

disneyllect

wafel1160

‘There’s something so interesting about the passage of time. It’s something I feel like I shouldn’t have, and yet I do. It’s something I can observe, which I observe through you. I don’t think about how I’ve changed until I see how much you have. We’re different than before. You would tell me it’s a good thing, that change. Nothing is constant except change. I want to change with you, I want to change together.’

thedisasterbi

happy valentines day

breanimator

✨Indie Animation Black Magical Girls ✨

⭐☀️🌹♦️

Aika - "Pretty Please I Don't Want to Be a Magical girl" - @kianamaiart

Tammy - "The Three Tomes" - @thethreetomes / @breanimator

Sahara - "Wheels and Roses " - @fumichun

Ami - "Towards Galaxy's End" - @towardsgalaxysend / @kenzyxluv

What happens when you get 4 Black Animation Industry femmes/folks that love magical girls ? You get 4 BLACK magical girls with 4 different spins on the genre. Black girls belong in every genre, Black girls can go on adventures. Black girls can be loved. Black girls are silly, whimsical, witches , skaters , space vampires , and magical.

✨Black. Girl. Magic. ✨

(A celebration of the work of my friends/industry peers as we tell our stories the way we want because we deserve to be seen in all ways. You can watch all of these magical girls on youtube)

living-dead-guyy

I drew some fan art for The Legend of Batman and his Oddly Large Entourage by Strawberryfrosting22! The fic is so good- I’m obsessed. Please go read it! Cryptid Batfam fics are great, but this one really takes the cake!

I tried my best to draw Dick’s wings here, and I plan to draw Jason’s too. I also have Batman and a scene with Robin drafted, but I’m trying not to get ahead of myself XD

Also I might redraw this. There are a few thinks I’m not all that happy with

burned-scones

I know realistically Dickbin first showed up swinging and going after Tony Zucco so everyone kind of got the gist of Robin’s deal quickly enough but that small amount of time between his intro and being known where people didn’t understand what they were looking at has so much potential.

Just imagine two drug dealers in a dead-end alley doing their thing. It’s dark. There’s maybe a neon sign or a single lamp post giving off just barely enough light to examine the rest of their product. Then, the flight flickers. They look up because the loss of light caught their attention and there, down at the other end of the alley, is, what must be because there’s no other explanation for what they’re seeing, a child.

The child is shrouded in a yellow cape and shadows and stares owlishly through bright white lenses that catch the light of the lamp post or the neon sign. The child doesn’t move. He doesn’t say anything. He just. Stares.

A chill goes down one of the dealers’ spine. They feel like they’re being watched. Hunted. But they can’t see anything else in the alley except the kid.

One of the dealers decides to try to look tough. He pulls out his gun with a flourish. “Hey kid,” he yells, “get outta here. This ain’t the kind of place you to be.”

The kid simply stares, unresponsive.

The other drug dealer shoves the first guy forward. “Get him out of here!” He hisses.

The first guy turns back. “What does it look like I’m doing? What do you want me to do? Shoot the brat?”

The second guy murmurs out a horrified, “o-oh fuck.”

“What? What is it?”

First guy turns to see the child has finally done something. He’s smiling. No, not smiling. He’s grinning. The air in the alley goes cold and both dealers are hit with the sudden feeling of being distinctly unsafe. They look to each other then back to the kid except the kid’s gone.

The dealers freeze. They scan the entire alley but the kid’s just gone. He didn’t even make a sound!

Guy two smacks guy one. “H-hey, let’s get out of here.”

“Yeah no kidding.”

So they both try to high-tail it out of there but there’s another flicker of the light. There’s an eerie, echoing laugh. Then they’re both on the ground, bodies broken and sore, feeling like they’ve been run over.

Dealer one can’t understand what’s happened but then he sees the kid standing over them. The kid’s disarmed them and is trying to tie up their buddy. The guy tries to struggle and the kid slams his foot into the guy’s chest and drives a punch straight to his jaw. His buddy crumples with broken groans before the kid slams his head into the pavement and he passes out. The kid’s yellow cape, it’s definitely a cape, slides and he gets a full view of the kid’s body. He’s wearing a stupid red and green costume that honestly shows a lot more leg than he was expecting and the dealer wants to laugh but the way the kid moves has him pausing. Solid muscle ripples through the kid’s entire body as he finishes tying up the dealer’s buddy.

Those eyeless white lenses turn onto him, then.

“Are you gonna be stupid like your friend?” The kid asks, voice high and accented, like English is his third or fourth language.

“What do you-“

The kid doesn’t wait for him to struggle. He slams a green fist straight into his nose and he drops like a sack of potatoes as it cracks. He shrieks. Blood runs down his face. He can’t wipe it off or recover before the kid’s fucking on him, fist in his shirt, white masked eyes in his face, foot pressing all of the kid’s weight into his chest.

“We have some questions for you, Quince,” the kid says.

The dealer, last name Quince, freezes again. How the fuck—Then, the kid’s words wash over him. We?

The light disappears entirely as a long shadow falls over them. The kid lifts his head and Quince follows his gaze and there, towering over them, is the Batman. Quince sucks in a breath. It’s the freaking Batman! He’s real! And he’s…he looks from the Batman to the kid…and he has a kid with him?

“April 10th, 11pm, your girlfriend, Brenda Langley, was shot and her body dumped in the harbor after meeting with a known associate of yours, Zach Minetti,” the Batman growls, “You set up that meeting.”

“W-what? Brenda? Hey I got nothing to do with that!”

“Wrong answer,” the kid says. The kid slams his fist in his face again. Fuck! The kid packs a damn punch! “Try again!” He sounds almost gleeful at the violence but the kid’s face remain passive and serious.

No way. The Batman has a fucking kid doing his dirty work now?

“O-okay! Okay! Yes I set up the meeting but I swear I didn’t know Minetti was gonna shoot her! I swear it! He just wanted to talk to her after she ruined a big deal!”

“Wrong answer AGAIN!” The kid says and a smile cracks the kid’s face. He looks like a freaking little devil. “You knew Minetti was gonna shoot her. You didn’t plan for Minetti to get out alive either but he did and now he’s making trouble for you, isn’t he?”

“H-how…who ARE you?”

“Tell the truth or you’ll be joining poor Brenda with the fishes!”

The kid presses his foot against his chest and something compresses he can’t fucking breathe as the kid winds up his fist again. He looks up to the Batman and the guy’s just watching the kid and acting like this was normal. What the fuck!

“Okay okay okay! Shit! Yes, I set it up. The little skank had been taking my product and selling it on the side with Minetti. But you’re wrong! It was all Minetti’s idea! I sent her in to kill him! But he fucking shoots first and now he’s god knows where!”

“So you’ve been tearing through his known associates looking for him,” Batman growled.

“Yeah but I ain’t found the bastard yet!”

Something changes at the information but he can’t tell what. The Batman says, “Robin”, and the light flickers again, and just like that, they’re both gone. Quince collapses. At the same time, a police cruiser blocks the entrance to the alley.

He tries to tell the police he saw the Batman and he had a kid with him!

The cop just laughs at him as he shoves him into the back of the cruiser. All Quince can think, is, what or who is Robin, while the image of a child with white eyes and yellow cape haunts him into the next morning.

ringer21368

GUYS I'M COOKING

DIESELPUNK ASTRONAUT MR FREEZE

HEAR ME OUT

like Soviet grunge style astronaut mixed with dieselpunk style tech, kinda like atomicpunk from the same time-line range (tho technically dieselpunk ends in the 1950's and atomicpunk begins in the 1950's)

maybe also throw in something from like frostpunk (the game) or something but still