#robin🐦

[neetily]

Just Hanging Out — M!Robin, M!Kylar, M!Whitney, M!Sydney

— ✧ warnings: Piss kink, pissing, Cockwarming, Fingering, Creampie — ✧ word count: 1,117 — ✧ genre: smut (18+)

— ✧ A/N: reposting from my old account since i was asked to! formatting might be off, but it's still readable.

Late at night, when most of the orphanage has went to bed and all the lights are out lest Bailey shows up to shout expletives; a bright screen illuminates your face. Robin's, too, though less so with the way he's got you situated on his lap, the low drone from the video game filling the room does very little to hide his huffed breaths heaved from behind you. Brushing up against your neck, your back to his chest; it's rather warm, isn't it? Both of his arms wrapped loosely around your waist, controller in his twitching hands resting between your legs. You're so soft, did you know that? Completely exposed and trembling against him, letting out little gasps for air and bitten back moans. Gotta stay quiet, he'd reminded you. The late night gaming session paired with his head buried in the crook of your neck, half closed eyes just barely focusing on the blurry screen in a half hearted attempt to pass the next level, cock buried deep in your squishy cunt for you to squirm on. It's his favourite way to game, he decides, forcing you to endure cockwarming him as some sort of private game only he can play with you. Even if you can't be as loud as he'd like to make you, feeling you struggle to sit still enough for him to win the game is addictive, drooling over your sensitive neck in mutual frustration. The casual setting just getting to him when he's balls deep in you, struggling himself. Who will win, do you think?

Though he'd never encourage it, seeing your pretty face show up in the library as you skip classes to be with him is secretly Sydney's favourite sight. Reading time, right? That, similarly, is his favourite time of day. Pulling out a new book, getting you situated on a seat in a hidden corner of the library with him by your side, pressed shoulder to shoulder so that you can see the words too. It's fun getting to read with you, not just because he enjoys experiencing new things with you, a shared interest in literature is a good way to spend some time together, he thinks. But also, more selfishly, because the cute way you shift in your seat as he pushes another finger into your little cunt is by far the best part of it all, no? Slowly, almost lazily, fucking his fingers into you. One by one, never missing a beat in the story as he finger fucks in and out of you idly, cock straining in his dress pants from the blatantly loud squelch your cunt makes in the relatively quiet library. Curling his fingers against your sweet spot when he's knuckle deep, only taking a break from the story to gently remind you to hush, you're in the library, when you start to moan a little too loud for his liking. He can't help but to tease you!

Kylar can't seem to focus on anything useful when you ask him how his day was, finding it difficult to keep his lewd expressions contained when you're bouncing on his cock so well like that. His tummy filled with butterflies at the way you seem to act so... Casual, as if you weren't riding him into the sheets below right now, his nervous fingers digging into your hips with a thick gulp. He can never answer you appropriately when you take to engaging in small talk while fucking him, his voice coming out all strained and broken. F-fine, he usually responds with; regardless of if that's true or not. It's just, well... Fuck, he feels so fucking stupid when you circle your hips on his lap like that, eyelashes fluttering shut as you continue to talk absentmindedly. Like you couldn't care less for his answer, God that's so hot. What did you do today, Kylar? as you drag your hips forward, grinding your pretty puffy clit against his pelvis, still yet looking unbothered by the way his cock throbs inside of you. I, uh... I don't know, nothing? he answers with a moan, back arching off the sheets when you drag your hips back down his pulsing cock. Did you at least eat well today? you ask nonchalantly, and his mind is so fucking blank from the inane conversation and bland tone you adopt that he hasn't even got the chance to warn you of his approaching orgasm before he shoots a load inside of you, cheeks red hot at the realisation that he's came to mere chitchat. That's how much he loves you, gasping a quick no to answer your previous unimportant question as you effortlessly milk him with a bored expression.

He knew you'd be in here like clockwork, waiting for him to show up like how he always does every morning before classes start. The mundanity of it all is exciting to Whitney, swinging the bathroom stall open to find you standing where you should be, toying with the hem of your shirt in assumed giddiness for the daily ritual. So normal is the routine, in fact, that he no longer has to prompt you into pulling your skirt up for him, the sight of your no panties aiding his fat cock to harden as he whips it out above the toilet. There's no need to use it though, is there? Stroking himself once or twice to make sure he's fully hard, enough to easily glide his twitching tip into your tight little hole just in time, too. You should be thankful he refuses to use the bathroom at home, dealing with the uncomfortable pressure in his tummy all the way to school just for you. A quite hiss escaping him at the warm feeling that immediately wraps around him, little cunt instantly coaxing piss to stream out from his erection as if begging to be used. His own personal toilet, wrapping an arm around your back to keep you pressed snug against him, unable to stop the barely there humps inside of you as he pisses, emptying himself into his favourite hole. Huffing right against your ear as he bends his upper body into you, marking your insides with his piss, just keeping the freaks away from my slut, he reminds you. And it's a long piss too, some of it dripping from your filled up hole to coat his cock, dribbling down to the actual toilet under you as he finishes with a shaky sigh. And that's all he ever does, pulling out to gently dab himself clean now that's he's done pissing. See ya in an hour or somethin' he taps your cheek twice before leaving.

[the-knaves-world]

78 & 82 ^_^

Robin!!! Thanks for the ask!

I want to see Chappelle Roan in concert so bad! Her shows seem so fun!

And the cookie! I had to think for a good few seconds. White macadamia cookies! They are so good! I love them so much!

[gach-artblog]

I am here again spreading the 🗿🌹🐦 agenda !!! Can either be interpreted as platonic or romantic because I eat them up all the same.

Does the RAR trio (🗿🌹🐦) make any sense? Probably not. But I have too much of a power called being a desperate artist so I can just draw these three interacting however I want.

The cons is that it's never enough so I'm pulling manipulating y'all into the 🗿🌹🐦 fanclub! (⁠☆⁠▽⁠☆⁠)!

P.s: Any suggestions for the 🗿🌹🐦 trio name? I feel like we can come up with something better than RAR....

[rebouks]

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Alex: It’s tiny, so I guess it was a short tour-.. I’ve gotta share this bed with my dad, but I don’t really mind, he’s like a free hot water bottle. [Robin grinned; he liked this place, it was cosy, and unique] Alex: You oughta wear a mini whiteboard around your neck or something, that way you could “talk”. [Robin squinted with amusement, shaking his head, he was weird enough already] Alex: Guess it’d look kinda funky… … Alex: Oh! This is my friend, Amber-.. except I don’t know if she’s a girl or not… [Robin watched the girl peer into the enclosure, unsure whether she felt guilty or comforted by Amber’s presence] Alex: It’s obvious I don’t have many friends, huh? [Robin sucked his bottom lip briefly and shrugged, he wasn’t one to talk-.. even if he could] Alex: We move around a lot and live in weird places like this, so… [Robin nodded slightly, assuming it’d be hard to make friends if you were never in one place for too long] Alex: Do you have many friends? [Robin shook his head] Alex: Can’t imagine it’d be easy if you don’t talk to folk. [Robin laughed, immediately feeling self-conscious as he felt a wave of giddiness emanate from the girl whose name he couldn’t ask for. He wished he’d just said something at the beginning, then there wouldn’t be this weird pressure for him to say something-.. a simmering intrigue surround his silence. Why didn’t he speak? What might he sound like?] Alex: I think I saw snakes n’ ladders somewhere, if you wanna play? [Robin glanced at the pink hue of the clouds and lifted his sleeve to tap his watch, it’d be dinnertime soon] Alex: You should totally stay a bit longer! [Alex grinned at Robin, though it soon faded as he hopped to his feet; she seemed perturbed by the fact that her suggestion had apparently been ignored, as if he wasn’t supposed to disagree with her] Alex: Oh, uhm-.. okay, but maybe we could hang out again before you go? [Robin nodded fervently; he’d like that] Alex: I’m Alex, by the way. [Robin grabbed his camera and showed Alex the small sticker stuck beneath; she squinted as she read: Robin Finch] Alex: You’re named after two types of bird? [Robin nodded with a smirk, wishing he could explain that all three of his siblings were too. Perhaps he should get a whiteboard, at least a tiny one he could fit in his pocket-.. he didn’t want to wear one round his neck like an idiot] Alex: Five more days, right? [Robin nodded] Alex: Okay, bird boy.. I’ll call for you!

[gach-doodles]

Birb form 🗿🌹🐦 my beloved...

They can go "chirp chirp chirp" and I would gasp in awe like it's the greatest achievement of mankind and give them endless hugs and compliments for the rest of the day.

Honorable mention: rock-form Robin. She's a rock star (literally) 🐦✨ I would still love you even if you were a rock my beloved.

[dceuheadcanons]

Every batboy (just The Robins in this post) has their own Concerning Old Man.. It's like a theme at this point. Some can be seen as "ships", some are familial, some are just straight up abusers. Sooo buckle up!

Dick has Slade. We all know this. Slade literally abused Dick while he was his apprentice in canon, so.. yeah. They get together in the future in this blog's personal version of DC. I have a whole playlist of songs for them.. they are so unhealthy and codependent and I LOVE IT. I love some good fucked up angsty abuser x victim.

Jason.. he has The Joker. The guy that killed him. I think that they're sort of similar to Dick and Slade, but they never date and Joker doesn't even like Jason. But Jason has this weird love-hate for the guy. He was trapped with him and forced to obey him for two years before he was killed in this blog's personal version of DC. He'd gladly kill The Joker, but the second The Joker decides to give him orders again.. he's probably done for. Anyway I also think Jason sees Slade as a father figure but that's a whole other thing.

Tim has Ra's Al Ghul. Complicated. A lot of nuance but quite fucked up. Really really hard to explain? Especially since none of the people running this blog are like.. Tim superfans like we are with some of the others lmao. But you guys get it.

Damian has Luthor. Honestly hard to explain to anyone that doesn't know the full extent of our DC universe? But it's like a father-son thing. Luthor reminds Damian of his grandfather, that's why he gravitated towards him. Damian probably has a bit of an unhealthy kid crush on the guy too, but never says anything about it. Damian uses the fact that WE and LexCorp are connected as an excuse to see him. (Bruce very openly doesn't like Luthor, but they can't separate the companies completely. So Damian offers to go to meetings in place of his father.)

Anyway yeah!! Hope you liked this little Concerning Older Men post. I love how traumatised the babies are. It's so fun!! Poor them, but.. It's entertaining.

[askpattoncolton]

do you prefer hotter or colder climates?

(also, favorite season? summer, fall, winter, spring..) -🦜

☘️: Spring. It's after harsh winters. It's also when I fell in love.

[strangeswift]

They're everything to me, if you even care.

[mepposprincess]

i love my grillfreinds

[heavenboy09]

Happy Birthday 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊 To You

1# Of My Favorite Actors Of The 90's,  The Batman & Robin Actor & NCIS LOS ANGELES Star 🌟

The 1 & The Only

Mr. Chris O'Donnell aka Robin🐦 Of Batman Forever 🦇

#ChrisODonnell #BatmanForever #NCISLosAngeles #Robin #GrishaCallen

[cherry-bomb-ships]

8 and/or 9 for mojo? :^O -hotrodharts

Aaaaaah thanks Robbie!!! 💙💙💙

8) Does your f/o have any animation trademarks/”ticks”? 

YESSSS And this is something I adore so so so much, I've been wanting to mention it for a while now 0w0 So if we're talking abt little quirks SPECIFICALLY in the animation, one that I absolutely adore is that, about uhhhh.. let's say 80% of the time, Mojo Jojo's cape is dramatically blowing to the side behind him even if there's definitely no possible wind source. It is just never stationary and it rly adds SO much to his presence on-screen, I love that they decided to do that 😭💖😭💖😭💖

9) Do your recognize your f/o’s voice from other productions?

NO AND I TRIED, I actually went on Roger L. Jackson's wikipedia to see what else he was in and learned that he's done ALL the voices on the phone calls in every Scream movie??? INCLUDING RECENT ONES??? I went back and rewatched the start of the first Scream movie (which is an amazing movie btw go watch it) after reading that, and there is not a single moment where I think to myself "oh yeah this is the guy who voices Mojo Jojo" not ONCE. VOICE ACTORS ARE SUCH WIZARDS

💜 ask game here! 💜

[neetily]

↳ EVENT 09. M!Robin (Jealousy Sex + Yandere)

— ✧ warnings: Yandere, Somnophilia, dubcon, Creampie — ✧ word count: 2,777 — ✧ genre: smut (18+)

— ✧ A/N: reposting from my old account since i was asked to! formatting might be off, but it's still readable.

Appearances are hard to keep up with when he's got you in his life. Though, all things considered, he thinks he's done a pretty good job of keeping your dumb little brain unaware of his true feelings thus far— real self locked away behind nice smiles and sweet platitudes out of necessity. Placating you until it's a good time time to strike, to get his grubby manhandling hands all over every inch of you like he fucking deserves; especially after putting up with you for so long, his whole life as he remembers it to be precise. Childhood best friends turned hopeful lovers.

And yet, he's too late. Despite all of the patient solitary wanting, fist down his pants over your sleeping frame every night, watching, waiting, struggling not to touch your most sensitive parts as you lay unaware, biding his time by instead collecting items of affection from you unnoticed, just so that his selfish self doesn't come on too strongly and accidentally scare you off. Pining in secrecy because his intentions are anything but pure, and you're so fucking innocent to him, God.

Even after all that time of him waiting— you still run off with someone else.

To who? To fucking Whitney, that's who. A shared bully figure, someone so undeserving of your kindness it's almost laughable, if only he didn't need you more than life itself. A slap in the face he intends on returning in kind tonight, sneaking his way to your bedroom early in the morning, when everyone else sleeps— careful of the creaky floorboards, he remembers which one makes the most noise— to show his beloved all about what you've been missing out on. And, selfishly, to express some of his built up frustration and downright hatred he holds for the man you've been seeing behind his back this whole time.

Because he's not as stupid as he's lead you to believe. Tapping into your precious little saviour complex as a means to grow closer to you, feigning innocence in the face of your genuine curiosity, just to play the part of your loving, harmless, childhood best friend. And it's been working, too; that's the worst part. The fact that he was so close to earning his reward, creeping into your room with slow movements so as to not wake you from the obnoxiously old hinges, so close to having you that he can practically taste you as his frame hovers over your own sleeping one.

A regular sight for him, pants already tenting just from huffing the same air as you, holding his breath for a second or two too long just to accurately hear you cutely puff out a few of your own. God, he bets Whitney doesn't appreciate you like this, does he? Bending down, careful not to fuss over you too much because you look just so cute snoozing away like that, hovering his lips mere inches away from your own for the sole purpose of sniffing. Inhaling your delicious scent like it were a drug, and it might as well be from how dizzy with desire his head becomes, cock heavy and dribbling in his pants without even having to touch you.

Does Whitney get the same way with you?

Drooling over your sleeping body, greedy paw magnetic to his cock as he starts to tug on it just from hearing you snore, blissfully unaware but oh, you make such a pretty victim. Of his love, of course. His obsession with the way your chest rises and falls in the moonlight, fat beads of precum rolling down his length, dripping down his balls to leave him feeling all gross and sticky and in love. All pure intentions here, he privately assures you.

Too many countless nights have been spent this way. Yearning for you, craving just a single taste— knowing deep down that the first bite is always the sweetest; hence why he's been waiting so long. Here, have this freshly peeled orange slice, I plucked the section by hand just for you. Except, instead of dipping your orange juice soaked fingers down his throat, Whitney has had the supreme pleasure of tasting instead.

To which he physically cringes at the mere thought of, a full body jerk back, cock throbbing in his pants out of sheer jealousy for where your fingers have been.

He's only here to take back what is rightfully his anyway. What is, and always has been, his claim. Proven by the fact that his cock twitches for you now, how it drools just from being near you.

"Shit..." He curses under his breath, still pawing away at his hard bulge, aimed directly at you. Only the barely audible shuffle of his pyjama pants every time he jerks his cock filling the room besides your own steady breathing. And then, a smile stretched his lips. Wide and toothy at the way you so easily get under his skin, how even just watching you sleep is enough to get his cock rock hard and his balls taut with seed. Wouldn't you agree that this indicates fate? That despite your affair with some bully like Whitney, the fact that he's graciously accepting your unknowing apology means that you're destined to be by his side, right?

"I still love you." Despite your adultery, he continues to smile. Interspersed with rushed gasps and sighs, an honest attempt to keep himself quiet out of fear of startling you— but don't worry. He has a lot more planned for you tonight. Best laid plans that've been years in the making.

Although, he thinks so at least. The reality of the situation dawns on him as you lazily snore that by being this close to you, one wrong move and his lips are touching yours, he can't think straight. Torn between taking things slow like he'd initially premeditated, or— go in for the kill as his prey lays bare.

A split second decision, unable to stick to fully one idea, he goes for a mixed approach. Tip toeing his way to the other side of your bed; it's not the first time he's slept over, and he'll make sure that it won't be the last either, he quietly sneaks under your sheets to snuggle his body next to your. So soft and warm you are, hair tickling his nose for him to huff at. "Fuck," He whispers to himself, fist instinctively wrapped tight around his twitching cock, fighting the urge to brutally flip you onto your tummy and pounding your shape into the bed below as fast as he can. It'd be easier if he took his time, right? Played into the tired role of sweet best friend, his eyes rolling back in spite of his attempts to return to that mindset— he can't help himself when it comes to you.

"S'all you're fault." He continues to whisper, reprimanding your sleeping body in hopes of your dumb little brain subconsciously remembering his actions tonight. "If only— fuck," he accidentally rubs too close to the sun, hips stuttering as his clothed tip brushes against your ass. He has to take a moment to collect himself, seething behind you out of utter frustration, or love? They feel all too similar to him when he's in this state. That is, when he's next to you.

"If only you didn't choose Whitney."

Deciding it's now or never simply because he's leaking profusely inside his pyjamas, surely turning them sheer with the amount of affection he regards you with, he tugs his bottoms down. No underwear to follow, free balling by your side because he wanted to fuck you tonight. Take your first time together while you remain blissfully unaware, in the most pure state you could be in. That's when he likes you best. A soft, unconscious, unwitting participant in his declaration of love. And, if you by chance wake up as he's pulling your panties down, or as he leaks copious amounts of precum onto your pretty ass, or when he gently lifts your thigh up just a little, enough to allow room for his cock to slip between, or when he takes to gliding his red hot and needy cock between your slippery folds— holy fuck, that feels so fucking good, then he's certain that he can reel you back to his side by way of some stupid friendly act. A little pout here, an eager apology there.

Regardless of how you take it tonight, you're getting his cock. He's decided you deserve to know exactly what you do to him, anyway.

The second he comes into actual contact with your untouched by him cunt he halts his breathing. Slipping and sliding along your slit feels better than he could ever have imagined, all those lonely nights spent fisting himself silly over your sleeping face immediately feel wasted. You're telling him that he could've been rubbing his fat cock against your pretty little slit like this all this time, turning your tummy all sticky white rather than your cute kissable face? Shit, he feels doubly cheated now! Silently slithering an arm under your neck for stability, the other hand resting on your hip to lightly squeeze and pinch at to keep himself grounded enough to focus on how unfairly perfect your body feels against his. The feeling of your squishy thighs unknowingly squeezing at his length causing a satisfied sigh to escape him, heart full at the thought of your unaware and naive mind being eager to please him even in your sleep. Meant to be, right?

He'll show you what you've been missing out on. Why Whitney is the lesser of two evils. Why you should break up with your sick little play pretend boyfriend and start dating him instead, like he'd intended on from a very young age.

Because yeah, he's been wanting you ever since he can remember. Humping his fat cock up and down your slick pretty slit at the memories of growing up with you. How you've always be on his mind, number one in his heart. After all this time, he deserves a fucking slice too, dont'cha think?

But fuck if you don't feel better than anything he's ever experienced before, downright ruined his fist for future fucks, determined never to use anything other than your perfect angel cunt from now on. He always knew you'd feel amazing, fucking knew it deep down in his gut. But nothing could have prepared him for how nice it'd feel to simply slip between your folds, to knock his dribbling tip against your clit over n over again just to hear your pretty little sleepy mewls.

A small laugh escapes him at your meek moans, easily hidden between the sound of shaking sheets and your squelching cunt, his eyes squeezed tightly shut to try and determine whether you're more wet from his leaking cock, or because your lewd body just wants him as much as he needs you right now.

So, could you blame him from 'accidentally' slipping into your tight little hole as he thrusts against you? Tip caught on your entrance like a beg for more, all his prayers answered the second he feels your squirmy walls accept and envelope his drooling tip, and swiftly his full fat length when he can't stop his hips from driving forward.

Which must have woke you up, at least a little. A confused mumble falling from your pretty lips as his body stills behind you, cock remaining balls deep and throbbing, pulsing inside your warm little hole with sheer need to fuck you into his shape. Carve out your insides so that no one else but him will ever fit again, made perfect solely for him, yeah?

But, after waiting for what feels like for fucking ever, his whole body shaking under the amount of restraint it takes to not fuck you into next week, he doesn't hear another peep. Feeling your body once again relax in his greedy hold, lust driven mind convinced that you must be giving him consent to continue. Because if not, then what else?

Propping one leg up on his other for better leverage, he digs his greedy fingers into your plush skin. Really dragging his nails against you— not on purpose! God, you just— "Feel so fuckin' good, ah..." he whines to himself, pouting at the back of your head with an internal promise to fuck you better than Whitney ever has; or will, for that matter. Drawing his hips back so torturously slowly that he has to let out a low whine from how desperate he is, hopeless in how much he wants to prove himself to you, needs to fuck you the way you deserve so bad, and fuck when you moan in your sleep? All light and airy, a breathless promise that he's doing good, keep going, he can't do anything other than adhere to your wordless plea. Pushing his hips forward again with a little more speed, and then pulling back a bit faster, and then thrusting into you at a much more satisfying pace— one that already has the bed creaking under the weight of his love for you, cute little cunt hugging his cock so well— fucking bitch. Should have picked him, yeah? Maybe then he wouldn't be trying to mount your ass right now, throwing a possessive leg over your own to more easily hump himself stupid into your tight little hole, the way your walls suck him in further, sucking his tip off just so well, like you were fucking made for it—

And fuck if you don't fucking shut up he's liable to shove his slick coated cock down your noisy throat like you're clearly asking for. Cute muffled moans for him to drink up, his voice coming out breathless and whiny when he reprimands you with: "Havin' a nice dream?" God you must be, from the way your insides gush around his intrusion, bullying his tip as deep as he can to try and reach places Whitney has never touched before. Hoping to stain your insides with his scent to ward off anyone else from getting too close to you, nails dragging your ass back down to meet his every greedy thrust with a wet slap! of his balls against you. Mine, he thinks to himself. Fucking mine, no one else should even think of touching you, right? My pretty pet, my good girl, aren't you? He can feel tension building in his tummy with his thoughts, huffing and puffing above you like some kind of bitch in heat, determined to mark you up from the inside out. So that even if you do wander off again, you'll be so thoroughly dirtied by his cock that no one else will even want to touch you. Wouldn't that be nice? To have you come crying in his arms, upset that no one wants you; except he does. Maybe a little too much given how frantically he thrusts into you now, driven only by his selfish need to breed his pretty girl.

Tight fucking cunt, oh my God. So good for me, doesn't this feel good? Feel better than Whitney, right? Wanna fuck you every night like this, fuck, every morning too. Wanna keep my cock permanently inside your pretty angel cunt as a reminder of who you belong to, who fucking owns her, huh? This pretty fuckin' cunt, who owns her?

"R-Robin—?"

Oh shit, did he say that out loud and wake you? Fuck, he's cumming immediately upon hearing your sleepy voice, coated in shame and misunderstanding, muted by the pillow under your pretty face. He can't stand how cute and drowsy you sound while getting defiled, pounding his spurting cock into you with fat ropes shot directly against your cervix, some of it gushing out of your stuffed hole to stain your bed sheets. Sticky insides still squirming around him as he rides your ass out silently, as if remaining quiet will somehow hide his transgressions tonight. Except, they're not really transgressions, are they?

He's only taking back what was originally his. Making sure you know your place by his side by humping his load deep into your hole even after his orgasm dissipates. Small stutters of his hips, struggled gasps for air after holding it in for so long.

"Morning, love." He sputters, back to his regular chipper self for you, cringing at the way his cock grows sensitive inside of your wanting hole. How it continues to beg for more fucks, coaxing him into circling his hips while pushed all the way to the base inside. "Did you sleep well?"

[gach-artblog]

sleep paralysis demons

[latelyloxiv]

right back atcha 👀

10. Favorite piece of clothing to draw

30. What piece of yours do you think is underrated

25. Something your art has been compared to that you were NOT inspired by

10. Favorite piece of clothing to draw

Jeans, hoodies, and baggy t shirts.

25. Something your art has been compared to that you were NOT inspired by

I actually haven't gotten my art compared to other media that much? At least not to my face or where I can see it. The only time I can really recall was someone saying my furry art was "just like zootopia! : D" but to be fair the person making the comparison had no knowledge of furry art or the community lol.

30. What piece of yours do you think is underrated

probably this one, I like the ambience of it a lot and even use it for banners on websites sometimes! this piece also got me started making a short space horror comic strip (had to scrap it because ive been busy, but i would definitely love to revisit the comic)

Questions from this post.

[gach-doodles]

My thoughts when making the Argenti- Ratio piece was: heroic vibe, stone pillars, flying rose petals, very bling bling sparkly ✨

And for the Robin- Ratio one: what if the two of them just sit down and host a podcast together? (⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠) I wonder what they will talk about?

[dceuheadcanons]

Songs that remind me of the Batboys!!

Dick - Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen

Jason - Youth Gone Wild by Skid Row

Tim - No Surprises by Radiohead

Damian - the fruits by Paris Paloma

Bruce - So Far Away by Avenged Sevenfold AND Gilded Lily by Cults

Duke - Fleetwood Mac in general. Can't explain why or how.

Alfred - Starman by David Bowie. Again I can't physically explain why.