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static // spoken for
I'm gonna take a break from drawing but here's some Semicolon related doodles I didn't feel like posting on their own (mostly to do with EXE because he's on my mind)
explanations in order:
1. Since .EXE and Tails Doll are both demons, ones that both prefer to hang out in Sonic games and ones that don't take their jobs particularly seriously, I like to imagine they're... friends? I'll leave their actual relationship up to interpretation, but basically, demons are very territorial, but these two seem to enjoy sharing their territory with each other. The morse code reads "I said no pickles you fucking bastard" by the way
2. Lost (not Gold. Semicolon!Lost is not called Gold) has a lot of acquaintances, but his list of actual friends is uh. kind of funny actually. the left to right order is the order in which he met them. Did you know Lost Silver's story is older than Ben's, and likely inspired it? Now you do.
3. You might be wondering why I refer to Semicolon!Sonic.EXE as just ".EXE". Thats because he's all of them. He's all of the .EXE creepypastas/games. It makes things easier. Out of all the demons in the Mansion, EXE uses his shape-shifting the most liberally. Since Lost doesn't really like to be viewed as scary, .EXE gladly volunteers to play the role in any situation where Lost would be depicted as such. Not because he owes it to him. .EXE just really likes scaring people
@thread-and-thrum is confusing a poor alien
“So you’re saying--” Angel started slowly, still trying to wrap her head around this new planet she’d jumped onto. “That it’s just... normal, for kids to go off on their own? Like, it’s expected and everything? To go fight animals?”
To be fair, she wasn’t much older than 10 when she had to fend for herself and her family, but to see that as the norm was... odd, to say the least.
@bardlockandwarlock encountered a thief
Ian was familiar with bars. Too familiar. He hated them, most of the time, but on the busiest days with the most rambunctious drunks, those were the days you could catch him inside one, dodging between adventurers and sniffing out vulnerable valuables to take.
Often he was lucky, and left with a pocket heavy with gold. Other days he was... not. Today was one of those days.
He’d almost gotten away with it. Almost. He’d actually had his hand around the bottle of perfume, had just begun to turn away, and he was caught. Immediately his blue eyes popped wide, and he shrank back a good 4 or 5 inches. He froze, trying to decide if now was a good time to run or not.
“Uh... Hi.” His voice was quieter than he wanted it to be. “S’this... your bag?”
Semi-doodles part 2, AKA "I realized I had never drawn Mike with his hair down or (human design) Lost off his blood meds" edition
Semicolon AU shitpost collection