art spammage [dcu, sandman]
It's 5:30 in the morning, I'm sick like a flu-ridden sock puppet, and due in Tel-Aviv in another three hours. Obviously, my brain cannot deal with anything more complicated than gratuitous Bat-canon (courtesy of robin_daily), and sketchy fanart. Thus, I bring you a Serious of Unfortunate Yet Coincidental Events:
I'm not saying anything about this, except that it was drawn with late-night memory and no reference pictures. Brownie points to whoever isn't too shell-shocked to tell me who this guy actually is. Oh, and don't blame me for the deranged smiley, it was probably one of his sisters.
I don't knooow, man. Tim is taking over my brain. Although Jason is a close second, considering how much I was tempted to turn the tights into bare-ass panties.
Obviously with these visual aids you can see what's on my mind right now--Gaiman, DC, and telling my Physics school-teachers exactly where they can stick it. Kon helps me by defying gravity some. It works, so long as you don't ask any questions about where his hand is going.
Originally intended for blizzardseason, and it's hers, if she wants it. I've been very gradually upping the dose of slashiness in these pics, until the final one is rated a hard R for the sheer deviousness of Tim's smirk. Didn't notice, did you? Ha!
(Please forgive her, for she knows not what she types. Imageshack has been recalcitrant, her fever is peaking at 39.2, and by god, cursed this thrice-damned heat!)
That's all for now. Join us next spammage? ♥
I'm not saying anything about this, except that it was drawn with late-night memory and no reference pictures. Brownie points to whoever isn't too shell-shocked to tell me who this guy actually is. Oh, and don't blame me for the deranged smiley, it was probably one of his sisters.
I don't knooow, man. Tim is taking over my brain. Although Jason is a close second, considering how much I was tempted to turn the tights into bare-ass panties.
Obviously with these visual aids you can see what's on my mind right now--Gaiman, DC, and telling my Physics school-teachers exactly where they can stick it. Kon helps me by defying gravity some. It works, so long as you don't ask any questions about where his hand is going.
Originally intended for blizzardseason, and it's hers, if she wants it. I've been very gradually upping the dose of slashiness in these pics, until the final one is rated a hard R for the sheer deviousness of Tim's smirk. Didn't notice, did you? Ha!
(Please forgive her, for she knows not what she types. Imageshack has been recalcitrant, her fever is peaking at 39.2, and by god, cursed this thrice-damned heat!)
That's all for now. Join us next spammage? ♥