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we're not kids anymore.

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dirt enthusiast
i don't do bad sauce passes
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Commissions open!
I finished my new commission price sheet, and used the text tool to actually write the prices this time so you don't have to decipher my hand writing
Barbara is the 'man in the chair' for the batbeasts. Jim just thinks she's a very passionate gamer.
Some drawings of the batfam as dragons. Don't ask why Jason has been detailed and lined first because I don't know.
Which of the three main boys should I detail and line next?
if you put the new harry potter show on my dash in any way it's gonna be an automatic unfollow from me, guys. like. it's 2026. come the fuck on
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Superman has been hooked up to the milking machine this time around
See the full version along with the other milking pieces here
I milked Nightwing. Not sure what else I can say. Enjoy it over here I guess?
Thank you for this🙌🏾😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩🙌🏾
Just curious – will you be willing to consider making one about Superman being milked or anything?
I really appreciate your art/talents
Link: https://www.tumblr.com/nightdaemonart/795865189306236928/some-good-ol-batmilk-is-it-just-for-superman
Oh yeah, superman is definitely in the lineup. How else is Batman so surprisingly strong?
Some dragons I illustrated as a ko-fi commission for the client's friend's wedding anniversary.
They even sent me a pic of the piece framed on the wall!
You can commission a dragon here
Some good ol' batmilk. Is it just for Superman? For his family? For the entire Justice League? That's for him to know.
See more and alternatives here: https://www.patreon.com/posts/batman-milking-139877567?utm_medium=clipboard_copy&utm_source=copyLink&utm_campaign=postshare_creator&utm_content=join_link
take it.
THIS IS A FREE DOWNLOADABLE PDF OF THE BOOK BTW you don’t have to pay for it!!
since the link about is fucking dead, i took the liberty to provide a better one. You’ll need to copy and paste the passphrase, though >> kitten-mutual-refinance
Another silly superbat doodle. Clark's ability to eat pretty much anything means he cannot be trusted with random objects. Batman is now one batarang poorer, and Superman is one snack richer.
Bruce would lace his batarangs with Kryptonite to stop him if he wasn't so worried about his superpowered counterpart eating anything given to him without a specific task, and subsequently ending up on bedrest. Clark isn't a good patient.
Some dragontaur superbat doodles inspired by the superbat server.
Clark is so in love with his spikier counterpart, but Bruce is absolutely oblivious despite his own feelings for the bulky taur.
so i had a thought
idk i like really felt the need to write like, intense eldritch horror? and i don't have anyone irl to read it, so it's now DC fanfiction. people really liked this one specific chapter of a fic I wrote that had some kinda intense gore, and I really enjoyed writing it, so I wanted to do more idk. so i've started a new fic series. here's, idk, part of the first fic? idk here's what my rambling idea was: basically, someone from the court of owls (the talons are just creepy cryptid owl-creature things instead of human assassins) goes after clark kent and "The Batman" (another creepy eldritch horror being who used to be human but was idk infected? corrupted? after his parents' death and is now a giant bat-thing, along the same lines as like mothamn or smth idk) goes to save him and eats the talon/owl-thing after it tries to eat Ma Kent. i don't have a storyline beyond that, and I was just hoping for some ideas for this and for future fics in this series! comment and lmk your ideas
inhuman teens
teen superbat
DC eldritch horror AU idk
TW for gore and horror and stuff. Superbat as teens, but instead of Bruce being Batman he's "The Bat-Man", part-time horrific creature of eldritch horror, YAYYY!! HOORAY FOR SCARY BRUCE! :D:D
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The Kents lived in a tiny farm town, so obviously, there were a lot of ghost stories. Sure, Clark believed some of them. Most of them, even. He was a superhero; he’d seen enough to know that there were definitely things that went bump in the night. But he’d never actually been afraid of them. He could hear a heartbeat from across the world, could punch through solid steel. He had nothing to be afraid of. At least, that’s what he thought. It was a totally normal Thursday, he woke up, ate breakfast, blah blah blah, all the normal stuff. But he’d heard something, just before he could fall asleep. It sounded like an extra heartbeat (growing up in a tiny farm town with superpowers really just meant growing up bored. So bored, in fact, that he kept track of the exact number of heartbeats, human and animal, in Smallville). Scratch that, it sounded like three extra heartbeats. And one of them sounded really close. Like, inside-the-walls close. Clark sat up in bed, suddenly wide awake. He could hear faint, raspy breathing, a singular heartbeat, and, further away, twin hearts beating in perfect unison. There was someone, something, inside his house. What in tarnation..? The figure got farther away, and Clark’s mother screamed, sharp and shrill. Clark was at her side in less than a second. “Ma! What-" Standing in front of his mother was a giant owl. The owl shrieked, a grating, inhuman sound. Its beak, or, more accurately, its face opened to reveal rows of teeth, pointed forward in a V-shape. The skin at the sides of its jaw split, allowing the avian monstrosity to unhinge its jaw to what Clark estimated was around three feet (.9 meters). Ewewewewewewewew. EW. Clark thought vehemently. Before his mother could scream again, something dark and tendril-y pulled the bird-creature through the kitchen window.
Clark followed suit and instantly regretted it when the smell hit him. He gagged and looked down. The owl-thing was being eaten alive by some kind of bat…person..??? Clark was both wildly disgusted and mildly intrigued. The bat-man (or woman, or agender, or nonbinary, or any other option there is. Clark didn’t care if it was the scariest thing he’d ever seen in his life; he’d respect its pronouns, goshdarnit!) turned to him, entrails and tendons caught in its teeth. ‘EWWWWWWWW. EWEWEWEWEWEWEWEWEWEWEWEWWWWWWWW.’ Clark had to keep himself from flying to his room and never coming out again. He took a deep breath, and, ever the gentleman, greeted the creature. Or tried to, anyway. “Um. Hello.” To Clark’s surprise, the bat-person chittered back at him politely (or as politely as a not-quite-human-anymore bat-creature of eldritch horror could be). “Okay, wow, didn’t expect that response. Uh, I’m Clark. Not really sure if you can understand me, but-“ Clark cut himself off when the being in front of him started to shift. Like, literally shift, like Clark could hear its bones changing their shape. A few seconds later and a very dapper, not-unattractive young person, probably around Clark’s age, was standing in front of him, wearing a suit of all things. It- They wiped a smear of blood from their mouth and cleared their throat. “I can understand you just fine, thank you.” ‘Ohmylanta what is happening right now.’ Clark fought back a blush. “Oh, uh, sorry, didn’t mean to assume.” “It’s fine. I didn’t mean to probably traumatise your mother.” “She’ll be okay. Probably.” “Hm.” There was a long pause of silence before the person spoke again. “Well, I ought to get going. I’m sure my s- ahem, I’m sure my family is wondering where I am.” “Wait! I, uh, I didn’t get your name.” “Oh. It’s Bruce. Bruce Wayne.” And just like that, Bruce Wayne was gone. Clark sat down in the damp grass outside and stared at the dead owl-thing. It was a while before Clark finally realised- “Bruce WAYNE?? The King of GOTHAM???” ~end of chapter 1~
You can follow the series here:
https://archiveofourown.org/series/4740721
and the individual fic here:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/64347601
This fic inspired me to make some quick doodles. Maybe there will be more? Idk
How to Paint Light by jonhuangart
Would you share your amazing furry suit you made when finished? I love this fluffy blue dragon-bat-boy
Absolutely I will!
An idea that came to me from a friend
Yeah this is the "DISGUSTANG" meme with Hades, Zagreus, and Persephone