#but ideas come to u anyway

[saltysideblog]

Gotham, exterior, night

Robin, Batman and The White Rabbit stand on a roof, staking out an abandoned building across the street. Robin stretches and groans,

Robin: We've been at this all night! What time is it?

White Rabbit checks a golden pocket watch on a chain looped around her waist,

White Rabbit: Almost two AM...

Batman does not look up from his binoculars,

Batman: You really committed to the theme.

White Rabbit: Seems to be the only way to be taken seriously 'round here...

She hands him a small object,

White Rabbit: Is this bat shaped throwing knife yours?

Batman: Touché.

Robin, still stretching: They're called batarangs.

White Rabbit, laughing: What? That's the most ridiculous thing l've ever heard!

Robin: Hey, don't look at me! I didn't come up with it!

Both Robin and The White Rabbit look over at Batman expectantly.

Batman: ...

Batman: I thought it was funny.

Robin: Told ya!

White Rabbit: I'll be darned, I had no idea Batman had a playful side!

Batman, smirking: There's a lot you don't know about me.

...later...

District Attorney's office, interior, day

Bruce: What's that on your desk?

He points to a batarang being used as a paperweight. Wendy picks it up and hands it to him,

Wendy: This? A gift from The Batman.

Bruce: Someone pinch me, is Wendy Babbitt a friend of The Batman?

Wendy: Now now, Mr. Wayne, don't mistake my fondness for the man as an endorsement of his methods.

Bruce: You're fond of him? Must've been quite an evening...

He sits on the edge of her desk, turning the batarang around in his hand. She crosses her arms,

Wendy: Why do you care so much, Wayne? If I didn't know any better, l'd say you were jealous.

Bruce: No! No... just surprised.

Wendy: Sure. Well, you know, if you save my life once or twice, I may grow fond of you yet.

Bruce, pouting: You haven't already?

Wendy rolls her eyes with a smile and grabs her coat. She doesn't have the courage to tell him... more than you know.

Wendy: C'mon, Bruce, I'm starving.

Bruce stalls, feigning hurt. Wendy laughs, shoving him off her desk,

Wendy: I can tell you all about him on the way.

Bruce stands, chucking the batarang back on the desk.

Bruce: It's a bit... oddly shaped, wouldn't you say?

Wendy, eagerly: That's not the half of it, you'll never believe what he calls those things!

Bruce smiles, holding the door open for her. Their conversation continues and fades out as they leave together.

[infernal-lamb]

The Lamb Slaying Death Incarnate

(Part of a larger comic....but I sort of like this panel a lot on its own!)

[spaceistheplaceart]

once again thinking about @void-dude's static ford. ough.

check this out

[demaparbat-hp]

Almost

[kalofi]

happy pride month here’s my contribution of trans nanami who didn’t transition until after he left jjtech and so when he comes back a brick shithouse it throws everyone for a loop. the group chat and i have dubbed this pre-t version of him nananiña. naniña for short

[rintoki]

i just want to mark up dr ratio’s pretty little body, his probably flawless skin coloured red with bite marks, almost purple from bruising. how pretty his butt would redden after just a few spanks, a cute blush on his pale skin.

he’d try his best to swallow down the whines that threaten to escape, forcing himself not to look away as if it admits defeat. but that’s fine, because you’d prefer to look into his eyes as you push yourself into him. excruciatingly slow and bigger than what you told him; your grip keeps him from turning away, shuddering breaths as he feels his walls stretching to accommodate the size.

“you lied,” his voice quivered, eyes flickering down between your bodies and back up to your piercing gaze.

“just because the truth isn’t what you expected doesn’t mean it’s a lie,” you laughed. “veritas, you know that.”

he grits his teeth, sucking in air when you push the remaining length fully into him, relishing in the way he struggles to get used to the feeling. but you don’t give him time, instead pulling out and thrusting back in in one fluid motion. the high-pitched moan that escapes his mouth surprises even the Guild member himself, an arm flying up to cover his mouth.

“well,” you breathed out, voice filled with amusement, “you would’ve known—”

a wicked smile on your lips as you thrusted your hips, again and again, “that the arrogant.”

“self-centred.” another hard push.

“doctor.” and another.

“veritas.” and another.

“ratio.” a final thrust directly hitting his prostate, the throbbing bundle of nerves sending shocks up his body. every buck of your hips eliciting yet another whiny moan, shaky breaths as he tries to compose himself to no avail. and finally, you give him a break, cock pressed deep inside him while the doctor squeezes his eyes shut.

“could make such cute sounds,” you sneered, ripping his arm from over his face to expose how red he’s gotten.

for all his intelligence and knowledge gathered from his studies, veritas ratio could not utter a single word against you—afraid that the only thing that would leave his lips is begs for you to keep going.

but his hips trembled terribly, his walls twitching and squeezing around you. you didn’t need words to know how badly he ached; his body was honest enough, with the way his cock leaked a puddle of precum onto his belly already.

slowly, you started moving again, dragging against his sensitive walls. relief floods his face at the crumbs of stimulation, already feeling the familiar heat in his lower belly building up quickly.

his mouth hangs open, panting heavily as he nears the high he so badly craves. with hands nearly tearing the sheets, the venerable doctor arches his back, toes curling tight as a searing heat fills his lower body. the whimpers that left his throat are barely registered, rapidly losing control of his own body with every push of your hips. he grits his teeth and…

nothing.

he nearly chokes from the anticipation, and now it’s been violently ripped from him as all traces of your touch leaves his body. the timing was perfect. his cock drips with cum and yet his body felt cold, twitching.

you watched on with a cruel chuckle; how he writhes on the bed, how pathetic he looks after having his orgasm ruined. a slap to his still hard and aching cock jolts him back to reality, wondering just what else do you plan to do to him.

[ar-mage-ddon]

keykid dump

[calamarispiderart]

you really are pathetic.

[duocatt]

Happy bday to my beloved @sreppub !!! cowboy superbat to match ur bday party ❤️ i hope it looks good even tho im not a big DC nerdy dorko like u my dear

[sleepinglionhearts]

Scans from one of my old Midori sketchbooks in which I thought it would be fun to do a comic about a bookstore :)

[read in columns, from left to right]

[unexpectedbrickattack]

shenanigans

[solplease]

sol doodle bc art block and i miss him </3

[howlonomy]

May you please draw everyone eating at Texas Roadhouse, and sitting around the table like the Last Supper. (This is the Texas Roadhouse guy btw)

[ continuation ]

[samglyph]

Delusional: here’s how Parker can still win

Bonus messy Parkthur under the cut cause I had an idea for this but it wasn’t going anywhere lol

[keirientez]

aug - early sep log

[boarloved-art]

i like the car movies a lot.......