Heyyy,
hope you're doing well. I'm not sure if you've answered this already but I'm really curious what brushes you normally use?
Hope you have a good morning/day/evening/nighttt!!
For my sketches and lineart hehe
Ghost Jason and Dickiebird - featuring ghost!jason vs. hallucination!jason, the power of chilidogs, and dick confronting the robins about their secret meeting.
Part 4 | Part 5 of Ghost Jason Series
Batman #69
Bane, why are you naked and kneeling on top of the alternate version of Bruce's dad while you say both Batmans are yours?? that's suspicious
Thinking about the Bats suppressing their injuries and how yes, they have crazy high pain tolerance, and yes, they are in peak human condition, but ALSO, they do Too Much Shit sometimes and have definitely made injuries worse by accidentally ignoring them
Like, imagine one of them throws out their back doing something Totally Normal and Mundane so they just. Ignore it. Because I literally sneezed, it can’t be that bad, right?
(Spoiler alert: it is that bad)
Tim, moving more slowly than normal and grimacing every few seconds: damn maybe I pulled something
Jason, stopping by to pick up some things he needs while Bruce is out: ?? What’ja do?
Tim: I dunno, but my back really fucking hurts and I’m starting to get all numb and tingly
Jason: ?!?!?
Jason: How long has it been hurting????
Tim: I don’t know??? I guess, like, a few hours???
Jason: What did you do????
Tim: I DON’T KNOW, MAN, IT STARTED AFTER I SNEEZED
Jason, laughing: YOU HURT YOURSELF BY FUCKING SNEEZING????
Tim: THAT LITERALLY CANNOT BE THE CAUSE
Jason: I dunno man, kinda sounds like it
Jason, in tears: Maybe it’s time to retire
Tim: FUCK YOU IM FINE
Tim: WATCH I’LL PROVE IT
Tim, about to do a backflip: oh fuck- OW
Tim: *passes out from the pain*
Jason, still laughing his ass off: Nice landing, Timmy!
Tim:
Jason: Timmy?
Tim:
Jason: Tim?
Jason: oh shit—
yeah “a word” sure Clark we know what you are
vintage superbat
I think we all headcanon Bruce Wayne and Oliver Queen going to boarding school together but what if Lex Luthor went there as well…and they were friends. Like bestfriends. The kind of friend you talk to even after you graduate.
The JL undercover at one of lex’s galas to get some info on an evil plan he’s been cooking up:
Clark: can somebody cause a distraction while I go get the files?
Bruce:…..Oliver?
Oliver: no
Bruce: please?
Oliver: *sigh* fine.
Bruce: yes!!
Clark:…what’s happening?
Bruce with Ollie walking up to lex: if it isn’t my favorite ginger!!
Oliver: you can’t say that Bruce. He’s not a ginger anymore, he’s bald.
Lex visibly done with their bs: at least I assume it. What are you whores up to nowadays, adopting 10 kids per week?
Oliver pointing at Bruce: that’s him, not me.
Bruce: at least I don’t make one, on purpose might I add, and then proceed to ignore his existence.
Lex: you got me there Brucie. But I still can’t believe only one of your kids is biologically yours considering how big of a slut you are.
Bruce: it’s not that bad.
Oliver: you literally slept with Superman.
Lex who did not know that:…you slept with Superman…and didn’t invite me!?
Bruce: what
Oliver: what
Clark over comms: what