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XIX | he/they | artist and writer

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little shinnies

alts under cut

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i go to update my fic only to see that ao3 is down

babygirl come back to me please i need you

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pov you walk into a wanye enterprises elevator

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MY NAME IS HOBIE, HOBIE BROWN!!

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jaybin oh my darling jason todd

alt colouring + variations under cut

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koriand'r god i love you

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oh nightwing the man you are.....

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darkseid may be cooking w the absolute designs i cannot lie

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i look in the mirror and say, “i am

a knight, a prince, i am

a bard, a monk, i am

a dragon, a robot, i am

a dog, a deer, i am

a fungus that gets picked up.”

and it gets to a point where i am

thinking, “at what point do i save

my breath and say: i want to be

anything other than a human being

please god

i beg you

please

let me be allowed to not act

like a person.”

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acrylic paint on canvas

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son of man study

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pen sketch i did months ago

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another watercolour!!

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i’ve always been told i look like my father.

so i’ve tried everything to look like me and not him.

i’ve started wearing my glasses with rounded edges (instead of squares)

and clear frames (instead of black). my ears are pierced and

my hair is never kept above my shoulders.

i can’t change everything, though.

my eyes still gleam green in the sun

and when my eyes tear up. my hair still curls at

the ends. my voice is his

and my laugh is shakier but still the same octave,

the same tone.

everything i’ve changed ultimately

lead to me coming closer to the way he is.

i'm a mirror image of my father, just

like he is a mirror image of his own father, and

so on and so forth.

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watercolour i did a few months back

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i feel as if i no longer

hold the same soul as the ten year old i

remember being. as if it’s been scratched and

picked to the point where it needed

to be replaced.

it’s partly due to my own hubris.

i always told myself that i could be more

oerfect. so i chose to sculpt my insides

to fit the so-called perfection of the world around me.

i let things that would never matter

change the very arrangement of my organs

to fit around a soul and a heart

that never should have been there

in the first place.

it’s not just my fault, though.

the world around me was never meant

to change its shape to me. it's always been

the other way round.

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doodles pt6