I Am Enabling All Of Your Worst (best

i am enabling all of your worst (best <3) ideas sO imagine star sapphire bruce, with fishnets and a /boob window/, hal would literally just spontaneously combust

(I can not explain my love for you rn srsly mwah (ps I'm SO sorryyyyy I took a drawing hiatus right after you sent this))

you write v nicely and your art <3333

aksjshsksj stop im gonna cryyyy ilyyyyy

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(also, I swear I'm gonna post more art I just need to work on some grades and then I'll start cranking that shit out-)

new ask game. do you guys view my blog more as:

a supermarket; large, crazy. theres a little bit of everything, but nothing personal. everyone goes through sometimes, but no one really thinks about it.

a food truck; theres very little variety, but it's specifically tailored for you. a lot of people come here for specific content, but they don't really stay.

a dinner party; kinda pretentious. you either make friends or get stabbed when interacting with me. a few of my mutuals and i sip expensive wine and side eye other guests.

a coffee shop; warm, soft. there's the usual mutuals that you see every time you come in, and the occasional new anon. i probably know your name and definitely know your cat's name.

a bar; party rock anthem is playing on loop and you don't know anyone here despite literally logging on daily. you will get either hit on or punched and the bartender is dead inside.

a dumpster.

Dick: “Bruce, how come in all this pictures of you as a teen you look really posh? I though you were known for being a dramatic goth, an alternate king, a true emo”

Bruce: “oh, that because Alfred keeps those pictures in a separate album underneath the bookshelf” [goes and grabs it and flips to a random page]

Dick: “why are you smiling while your face is covered in blood?”

Bruce: [smiles] “that was my first mosh pit. Good times”

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everyones asleep post shitty self indulgent riddlebat