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Based off my genuine hatred for balloon boy when I play the game lmao

"Would you like to go on a date with Papyrus?..."

* Yes *No

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I'm tryna get back in the groove of doing fully 'Finished ' pieces.

Also reblogs are appreciated!

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i don't think we'll ever be the same as we once were

Mirrors

You know how it goes. Jason steps out of the Lazarus Pit. He becomes Red Hood. He hates Bruce. It's the same story. A thousand universes reflecting the same events.

Jason walked back to his apartment, throwing his costume on the floor. He takes of that suffocating helmet, sighing in relief as his forehead feels the cool air. With four fingers, he comes his bangs out of the way.... and freezes.

Bruce used to do that.

After patrol, when him and Batman got back to the Manor, Bruce would take off his helmet, and comb his hair out of his face with his fingers.

Jason gets annoyed, muttering about how it's just a coincidence, and how he couldn't be anything like his "father". But in the next couple weeks, Jason keeps noticing more and more. The way he throws his hands to up stretch while still sitting, the sound of his morning voice, even the way he liked his coffee.

Even... even the mirror started to betray him.

Jason always thought he would age, grow old with someone. But the lines under his eyes, the small curl of his cheekbone, even the grim line he set his mouth, they looked like Bruce. And for hours, he couldn't look away.

Jason stopped looking at mirrors after that. His eyes afar on any reflected surface. He tried getting his hair back to being red, but whatever dye went into the Lazarus Pit didn't come off. Even his body started betraying him. Rough hands, muscles, the same shoulder problems.

He was a walking copy. A twin. A mimic.

A paradox of himself.

Anytime he would accidently catch his reflection he would wince in pain before blinking it out. The last time he made a mistake like that, Jason broke the mirror, all the shards falling onto the counter, into the sink. His knuckles were red and bloodied, and even in the shards he saw fragments of the man he despised.

"What did I do? What did I do to deserve all this?" He yelled angrily, clutching the sides of the sink, fingers white.

The shards of glass did nothing, his fractured reflection gleaming off of their surfaces.

Inspired by "Like Him" - Tyler, The Creator

Vent

kind of random but I wanted to state why I oppose pro shippers so much, not just for the obvious reasons. When I was younger, I saw some thing so proshiopers posted about an old fandom I was in, and this genuinely had a lasting effect on my mental health. Pro shippers preach about how fiction is separate from reality, yet this shot has lasting effects on minors, like me. Blog the great rouge, a famous pro shipper in the fandom, whenever I watch videos about controversy, I always see comments talking about how they saw this as kids and it had lasting effects on them and even harmed the way they saw the world. It’s honestly terrible.

pro shippers can preach all they want, but wether they like it or not, their actions have effects on real people. They won’t ever admit that though….

I don’t usually say this, but please reblog to raise awareness on this rampant issue in our community and other fandoms.

If anyone plays OW let me know. I could use a playing buddy whenever I play- it’s just nice to know someone in a game or do shenanigans or themes maybe. :0

Dane Morrison. Work in progress from his old self.

Did I ever mention I’m (not) legally married to Fritz Smith? Well the more you know!