the man at the grocery store
yesterday? I saw something I didnt like. ugly vibes. I felt repelled and self conscious. my kid threw. ketchup bottle behind the cereal. I told him. he was so angry and aggravated.
was it because I was with my husband?
it gave me so much perspective. I think I will go out of my way to the other store from now on. I dont why I kept teasing myself for mental stimulation, but I remember that the ego shares my body. I don't think I ever let my ego take over, but that sounds like something the go would say.
anyways. I think I'm right on track. I think he is obsessed with me, and that is self talking. the observer talking. was he treating me badly because he wished to be leading me around the store instead?
it doesn't matter. I didn't expect that outcome, which is okay, it was more of a glimpse of his truth. I don't want o judge him for it, nor do I want to be tippy toeing around the grocery store either. was unnecessary break in my peace of mind.
man my face hit the floor. lol I was like whaaaatttt? thheeeeee? fuuucccckkk? it really sent my mind into a chaotic storm of connections. questions that were easier for me to answer and close the tab on. it made me not want anything to do with him. that is until the next time I'm thirsty for blood. god, I know myself too well. I will break. I always do. does that mean my life is so peaceful my instinct is to fuck it up? is that our animal nature? is that the collateral damage of being human?
now I know why the most creative artists realized they were the muse, and that they would have to spend the rest of their lives dwelling in their own hell.
watching yourself be perceived as if you were watching the rain. fall. fall. fall. fall. and that in itself is art. perception is creation. I hate that I make images of people. I want to see translucently. spending time erasing, only to reimagine. do you know how much brain power is takes to do this? to think? I feel like a sacrifice my entire body everyday to my mind. all its energy goes to it. and then sometimes my body is left unattended for to long. touch brings me back into my body, and my mind is a palace once again.
I dance alone in the sunlight. like I always have. just like any woman has. crying and smiling. smiling and crying. crying and smiling. because this is where I'm happy. and I hate that I only realize this after a distant journey, but this is the only viable way to create life.
this morning was. interesting. ive been up since four thirty a.m. talking to myself non stop. always inside my head. because why fucking not? what are you going to do? walking around and let technology give you s modern day lobotomy? hahahaha.
don't lose the ability to think, gain the ability to create.
go be great today.
-x
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The plan was set and the game had begun.
There was a meeting on the Watchtower exactly three days after the Bat Clan had decided to mess with the Justice League, so that's when they planned to set everything in motion.
Robin couldn't be at the meeting because it fell during school hours, so Nightwing had come to the meeting with Batman. He'd already had the day off, so it wasn't too much of a hasel. Red Hood and Red Robin had both wanted to come, but they also had civilian duties to take care of.
When the meeting was over, the 'main leaguers', as many others had dubbed them, stayed behind as they always did. Normally, it was just so they all could catch up, sometimes to arrange another meeting, or even to discuss more sensitive topics.
This time, when everyone but Batman, Superman, Wonder Woman, Green Arrow, Green Lantern, The Flash, Aquaman, Martian Manhunter, Cyborg, and Nightwing had left the room, Nightwing threw his arm across Batman's shoulders and said "You all should come to the Cave!"
All conversation stopped as everyone turned to look at the black and blue clad vigilante. For a long moment, no one spoke or moved. Then, Batman nodded.
"Perfect!" Nightwing's smile got even bigger.
"Um," Superman, the sweet midwesterner, flicked his eyes over to Batman's face before looking at Nightwing. "Are you sure? Bat's has never let any of us into Gotham, let alone the Bat Cave."
Nightwing winked at the hero, his domino mask not hiding it, "Yeah, well, me and the others managed to wear him down. Besides, we've all wanted to give you guys a tour! We've been to all your secret hideouts, so we figured it's about time you saw ours!"
"I'm sorry," Green Lantern raised his hand slightly, "'Others'?"
Nightwing blinked, his smile dropping. Batman straightened up. "Did you-" Nightwing cut himself off, "You do know how many of us there are in Gotham, right?"
The heroes all looked at one another. Sure, they'd heard that there was two, maybe three, working with Batman, but nothing had ever been confirmed aside from Robin working with Batman and Nightwing working in Bludhaven.
Batman fought very hard to keep a smirk off his face. Nightwing didn't even try to hide his amusement.
Wonder Woman was the one to ask, "There are rumors, but I can't say any of us know exactly how many heroes work within Gotham City limits."
Nightwing and Batman shared a glance. This added so much more to their game. They had to tell the others! This was already so much fun, but it was about to get so much better!
"Then, I guess you all have no choice but to come to the Cave with us so you can meet everyone!" Nightwing exclaimed.
The eight heroes shared looks with one another before looking back at Batman and Nightwing. Their choice was obvious to the two Bats before the group had even decided.
"Alright," Aquaman said, "When would you like us to stop by?"
Right on script. Batman said, "Meet here tomorrow at fifteen-hundred New Jersey time. We'll be here to bring you down to the Cave." Then, he left, Nightwing trailing behind him.
"Cool," Flash nodded, "Cool, cool. Totally not nerve wracking at all."
Cyborg stood from his seat. "Don't be nervous, Flash. We're actually being allowed in Gotham. Batman doesn't let anyone in Gotham."
"No," Green Arrow said, "He doesn't let anyone operate in Gotham. I've been many times."
"As Green Arrow or as a civilian?"
He fell silent and the others all laughed. He joined them.
"Regardless," Martian Manhunter said, "I think it's good he's allowing us to see his main base of operations."
"Yeah," agreed Superman, "I wonder what it'll be like."
Wonder Woman was the next to stand from her seat. "It will be quite the tour, I'm sure."
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happy new year Ego!!! Just wanted to let you know that I absolutely adore your twst fanart and the tags are just an absolute pleasure to read! You are my greatest inspiration for my personal twst art and I just wanted to thank you for your wonderful masterpieces <333 if possible, may I ask what are some of your headcanons for the diasomnia family? If not for diasomnia then any other characters are fine as well!
thank you, and happy new year! 💚💜💚 that is amazing to hear; it's always a little bewildering but super flattering that other people like my silly little doodles so much!
I don't think I really have any really solid headcanons and also canon keeps validating me left and right (FLUFFY DOMESTIC DIAFAM IS REAL). mostly just kind of...impressions and general thoughts, if that makes sense! lately though I've been kind of obsessed with thinking about Lilia's hair, and specifically when/why he ended up cutting it. (l-look, we're bouncing around the timeline and I gotta make decisions about these things when I draw, it's relevant) (I mean I would probably be weirdly fixated on this anyway, but.)
I think I've settled on the idea that he kept it long until he went to NRC, partly because 1) I like drawing The Ponytail, and 2) I think he thought of NRC as a chance to reinvent himself a bit! he gets to go and be a wacky carefree teenager for a few years and have fun! (officially he's there to keep an eye on Son #1, but how much trouble could he get into, really.) so he gave himself a Cool Teen Haircut to go with his fresh new Cool Teen Persona!
also maybe he had some reflection on his hair's troubled past with three kids...
...and had to weigh his vanity versus the fact that he was going off to be around hundreds of kids on a daily basis, and. the choice suddenly seemed obvious.
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