My S/o Showed Me Fma:b Because I Never (fully) Watched It Years Back And, Ah, Yes, Here I Am A Billion

The problem w writing fiction is that you'll be like tee-hee I'm going to write a story about a fucked up little scenario that's got nothing to do with anything in real life, just some pure messed up nonsense, and then you finish it and take a step back and go aw rats I made a metaphor again

Bothering the beast

for april fools we’re deleting this entire site sayonara you weeaboo shits

after the whole reconciliation with jason thing, dick quickly learns that he just CANNOT say certain things around him anymore, ex:

"god it would make things so much easier if _____ just died"

(2 hours later jason comes back and drops an inconspicuous "i don't think _____ will cause you trouble anymore)

or

"i wish someone would knock some sense into _____"

dick, patrolling later on realises, that particular person hasn't caused any trouble around the city for a few days, and asks jason about it, to which he gets a:

"oh i got some goons to go issue him a 'warning'."

pre-distortion michael shelley but pointier and more shaped

I have realized that the perfect form of media must have a delicate balance between absolutely heart wrenching pure emotional devastation and the most ridiculous nonsense you have ever seen in your whole life

me friend: *giving me ideas* me: AH YOU'VE DONE IT AGAIN *draws aggressively*

katabasis

(click for better quality :3 also available as a print)