#who is that person in the mirror

[bixels]

The Piedra sisters.

Born and raised in a small mining town in New Mexico. Calida and María Molina have stayed behind to support their parents while Rosita and Madelina have gone off to pursue their dreams. Madelina recently obtained her Ph.D. in geology from Las Cruces College. Rosita works as a baking apprentice and entertainer in Ponyville, Nebraska. Madelina is the eldest, Calida the middle child, and Rosita and María Molina (non-identical) twins.

#mlp #pinkie pie #maud pie #limestone pie #marble pie #my art #fanart #character designs #the grand galloping 20s #ty to everyone who helped with their names #hopefully the puns in their names work #some quick design notes: i wanted all the sisters to wear a dress/skirt; belt; and some sort of hairband that informs their #personality. so pinkie has bows all over. maud has a buttoned skirt and very basic hairband. limestone and marble wear bonnets #their bonnets are also meant to mirror the shape of their wacky hair in the show #they all sorta stand on their tippy toes too #no reason why #also gave pinkie and marble the same eye shape freckles and curly hair to show they're still twins

[keferon]

……….I HAVE THE CONCEPT

I also might have a desire to ship Rodimus with his ship ahahahah

Okay but just IMAGINE how cool it would be if Lost Light was actually….like….alive and conscious being?? Like those titans eheheheh

#transformers #maccadam #mtmte #lost light #mtmte rodimus #rodimus #fuck how do I call them #lostrod #? #yeah that’ll work I guess #I want to read a fic about them #if only there was a person who could write it #looks in a mirror #ah #yeah #my art

[starry-bi-sky]

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.

#I AM LOUDLY PUSHING THE BATDAD AGENDA #anyways— add ons are encouraged i wanna talk more dpxdc with folks i just cant find any aus i really like enough to engage with #which is nobody's fault and its why im making my own content in order to reach more people #danny fenton is not the ghost king #dpxdc #dp x dc #dpxdc crossover #dp x dc crossover #dpdc #dc x dp #dpxdc prompts #i took a ‘which batfam member are you (except its personal)’ quiz a few days ago #and got bruce wayne. and then was promptly read to filth why im most like him and it rudely but accurately explained why im the most like #him. it also consequently explained to me why i like him so much. whenever i see him in his kindest form i see a mirror looking back #anyways lots of ‘danny rejecting bruce as a parent’ aus. may i present: bruce and danny finding family in each other aus. batdad aus pls. #dpxdc prompt #dcxdp #this prompt can take place at any point of Batkid accumulation but personally i was imagining this as before Bruce has any of his kids yet #eldest brother danny supremacy and also just that one on one bonding #danny being someone who was never afraid of the dark as a kid and even less so as he got older. taking solace in it as a ghost because you #cant hide in the dark when you glow. his enemies can't jump out at him. but he can jump out at them. how can he be afraid of the dark when #the dark is where the stars like to live? there's a comfort in the shadows. there might be something hiding in it. but he's hiding in it to #blood blossoms eat ghosts headcanon #wasn't sure where i was gonna go with this at the beginning and then i caught steam. #batman casually kidnaps an orphan upon kid's request. also the kid was Actively Dying Of Poison. What was he gonna do?? NOT help him? #mister 'keeps candy in his utility belt specifically for scared children'??? no way.

[acidmanticore]

Universal trans/enby experience of getting uncanny valley'd by your own reflection. Like. It's here. It should be me. It looks similar. Tere's something WRoNg.

#nonbinary #struggles #who is that person in the mirror #chill my dear reflection im getting the right hair back #hopefully you will stop looking wrong #on so many levels

[nakakabaliw]

I'm still so flattered of how well-received my spidersona was, so heres more SpiderFunk content!! WE finally have SpiderFunk's identity and as well as some of her villains ^^ My ask box is also open for any questions about her world and such! now let's get grooving! Oh, and before I forget, here's her playlist ^^ (I am constantly updating it) I want to credit @argentarachnids for mentioning if she was bitten by a mirror spider which i did not know about before I was told ToT i love the disco ball spider now....

#baliwart #nakakaocs #spidersona #spiderfunk #across the spiderverse #artists on tumblr #spiderverse #spiderman #doctor octopus #green goblin #spiderman across the spiderverse #atsv #atsv fanart #70s fashion #70s #also thank you to that one person who suggested the mirror spider!! ill tag you once i find you again ^^ #Spotify

[purble-gaymer]

simple thoughts on meta knight and gender euphoria

#kirby #meta knight #king dedede #bandana waddle dee #misc knights #rhyn's art #he’s so gender #i wanted to keep this concise but if i were to go into more depth with it #when i look in the mirror on any average day wearing any old outfit #i see myself. technically #i know that i'm there. i know it's me #but it feels so foreign and unfamiliar #and then other days i have the right sweater or the right combination of clothes #and i see myself. definitely #those moments make me so much happier #because sometimes i catch my reflection really quickly and have to do a double take when i realize i recognize the person staring back #in those moments i feel like everyone who looks at me sees the same person i do #regardless of whether or not they know anything about me #hope this is all comprehensive. i'm not very good at putting this into words

[vaguely-concerned]

there are a lot of daddy issues to go around on DS9 in general, but odo, bashir and garak are really in their own special little fucked up 'what am I but wrought in my father's image' club

#star trek #star trek ds9 #ds9 #odo #julian bashir #elim garak #(I personally think we should put their dads in a cage match and let them kill each other. tain would probably win #but we could just shoot him after he claimed that victory. I Would Like To See It) #the triumvirate of bad dads to karmically oppose the sheer power of good dad vibes benjamin sisko has #specifically dads who Cannot and Will Not allow the healthy individuation of their sons into whole separate people #apart from what their father's hands have shaped them into #where that is one of the first things sisko accepts and realizes he must allow jake to do right at the early seasons #the bad dad club boys seem more specifically forcibly held in place to serve as mirrors for their fathers #and have to find ways to break away from that in more or less graceful ways; breaking off more or less important parts of themselves #to do so #dr mora seems to have a 'oh fuck.' moment where he sort of realizes what he's done #but the sympathy that gains him from me is hm. neglible lmao at least tain is basically fully just a monster #what's your excuse mora #I haven't met bashir's dad properly yet but I've seen enough to suspect I'm not going to be very charitably inclined towards him either

[cumulativechaos]

i always fucking forget how funny paranatural is until shit like this has me cackling out loud for like 5 entire minutes

#pnat #paranatural #NO REFLECTION IN MIRROR = ADHD? HAD ME WHEEZING #context: girl who just got turned into a vampire went to the doctor's and the doc is comedically incompetent #the doc also has a line about vaping leading to pregnancy #zack morrison is the funniest fucking person on the planet. send tweet. #mp

[caffstrink]

T4t huntlow so real etc etc

#for u anon #huntlow #hunter #willow park #the owl house #toh #fanart #art #tbh i have mixed feelings abt changing characters gender for the sake of shipping in general #my trans willow was mostly bc ppl always focus so much on hunter and not on willow #not that i oppose to any hcs or aus or etc etc #also picked this hairstyle for hunter bc in thanks to them hunter says he likes who he is (right now) while looking in the mirror :) #and giving back his mullet and hair noodle was belos once again taking his agency and person away from him #and forcing him back into the caleb square #so as much i do like the hair noodle i support the haircut more

[zxal]

who are you? who am I to you?

#kingdom hearts #kh #ventus #roxas #I JUST THINK THEY SHOULD TALK ABOUT IT!!!!!!!! #when u go through a whole character arc about forming your identity and becoming your own person - #- and then you find out theres this other guy you never knew existed who looks and sounds exactly like you #and now you gotta go through this whole process AGAIN #and what is that like for ventus? like looking into a mirror #like looking at sora or vanitas but it's different. it's different than just having the same face or being the same height #they have the same eyes. the same hair. the same freckles #roxas is sora's nobody but he's ventus's too. what does that mean. what does it mean #my art #kh art

[sophiesticated-stuff]

Out Out, feat LBD 🖤💋 x

#me #mine #selfie #mirror selfie #personal #sapphic #sophiesticated-stuff #girls who like girls #brunette #girlswholikegirls #gwlg uk #lgbtq #black dress #lbd

[soldier-poet-king]

Thinking abt body horror as romantic. Body horror as intimate recognition of the self and the other and the other as the self. Body horror as an encounter with the divine.

#franposting #uhhhh sorry to all my homies who dont like horror but i am going thru it #and coming to some realizations about the grotesque and the bone deep body horror of the world. and its beauty and trust #is it a byproduct of an Overmanicured aesthetic obsessed culture or i am just Like That. maybe both #anyway. viktor arcane augmentation machine herald as both wonderful horror and terrible grace #smthn smthn the presger and translation state anne leckie #smthn smthn im from THE weekly divine cannibalism religion and we honestly don't talk enough about that and its implications #in a literal physical not vaguely spiritual allegory sense #honestly tlt gets at this too but it doesnt hit as much #anyway. read a trans persons thoughts on body horror and its like. fuck. you get it. #maybe not for the same reasons I get it. #but there is this. this core here. #anyway anyone have good body horror recs but like NOT visual. text. im weak stomached unfortunately to visuals #and like not in a gratuitous way. its gotta be philosophical body horror. the existential exploration of it all #horror as a genre of genuine art and contemplation. babygirl im so sorry i overlooked you for so long #not that the examples ive listed are horror #but are tapping into that thread im seeking #perhaps its not truly horror. it sure is smthn tho. and as always remains beyond my grasp #smthn smthn see in a mirror dimly etc etc

[achillesuwu]

Random thought I just had but when you think about it it's actually not that surprising that Hob waited for Dream in 1989. That he thought he would be there. Why? Because technically 1889 is in some way their second fight.

In 1589, Dream left without looking back and without a proper meeting and yet, in 1689 he is there first. What does Hob tell him as soon as he sees him? "I knew you would be there"

So what did Hob do in 1989? He did what his stranger did last time they had a fight. He came first and waited because his stranger must know that he will be there

#1589/1689 and 1889/1989 mirroring each other is so insane #Like #Excuse me??? How dare you do this to me #The person who was being “rude” waiting for the one they wronged is peak bestie behaviour #dreamling #the sandman #hob gadling #dream of the endless #My shit

[kaelatargaryen]

what if we find out Aemond’s been slinging dick with a servant or common girlie this whole time and that’s why he got so cocky — been working on all his sword skills

@themotherofhorses 👀😏🥵

#aemond targaryen #prince aemond targaryen #house of the dragon #ewan mitchell #if you take this over the top serious and wanna fight about it #save us both the time and just find a mirror #there you’ll find the only person who cares

[bacchuschucklefuck]

love thinking kipperlilly spends her afterlife looking for lucy in a familiar forest

#not art #fhjy #fhjy spoilers #like. does she have a mean of knowing lucy and yolanda got sent to cassandra's domain to hang out for a bit #kipperlilly's isolation means so much to me. she is punished for everything she's done she just doesn't pick up on it #until the moment she dies! one more funky thing that mirrors riz in which he's actively tried to cultivate a community and denied it #until the bad kids. while kipperlilly does not want or care about a community she just wants someone who validates her #but she does Need a community so she latches onto the person she lets closer to her to fulfill her emotional needs #she took the ritual willingly so this might genuinely be her first death. probably terrifying #probably not even enough bandwidth to feel mortified. maybe immediately seeking something comforting out of instinct alone #lmao honestly thinking too much abt fantasy high afterlifes gives me a headache And a visceral fear #Im not religious but I grew up in a culture with a dominantly buddhist/taoist cosmology its Scary that u just go to A Place after u die!! #and then ur still urself!!! thats scary to me what do u mean u stay like that forever. thats fucked #but yeah I think this influences how I see kipperlilly turn out a little bit. in a sense I think of her as being a ghost now #yknow. trying to solve something from life so she can move on and. stop living this life etc #man the reveal that lucy took being killed pretty seriously and is like yeah the others are decent and even sweet #and probably was just trying to hold her party together and do what she thinks is moral by hearing kipperlilly out #lol lmao etc. gods I gotta wonder how kipperlilly's mindset handled jawbones' help #it really is damn tragic tho. I stand by what I said folks like this will complain and be nasty to be around #but they dont have enough desire to inconvenience themselves to off the bat do something abt what they find unfair or whatever #its when theyre handed the seemingly very easy means to be right that they'll start being dangerous #its horribly tragic that the supposed metaplayer and the self-perceived mastermind turned out to ultimately be just an useful idiot #yknow what. I think personally in my heart kipperlilly moves on from her afterlife the moment she says sorry #doesnt even have to be to lucy but that's probably gonna be who received it #ah.... teenage rebellion. teenage gamejacking

[sprout-fics]

❝  you don’t have to pretend to be fine,  if you need me to stay i will.  ❞ (fix saying this to ghost?)

I fucking love Fix and Ghost and how they deal with hurt/comfort with the other. Fuck it's so good.

“He’s smoking.” Soap says as you walk past him after your shower. The Scot is still inventorying his kit under the faulty light of the safe house, steady hands appraising the contents beside his vest. He pauses to throw you the barest glance over his shoulder, brow scrunched with something akin to worry before he goes back to his task. 

“On the fire escape.” He adds, and there’s meaning in the scarce words he offers you, meaning that has you quietly slip away in the direction he’s offered you. 

Soap doesn’t question the thing between you and his lieutenant, if it can be called that. You’re not sure if he knows the full scope of your relationship with Simon and is strangely quiet on it, or if you both have managed to keep him as carefully in the dark as you intended. Either way, Soap knows Ghost well enough to recognize his mannerisms just as you do, and you both know that Simon slinking off for a cig means something is weighing heavy on his mind. 

You knock on the pane of the window that leads to the fire escape, making out Ghost’s looming figure just beside it, concealed carefully in the shadows. The only indication he’s there at all is the slant from the light inside catching across his boot, the glow of the cigarette in his hand as he lifts it to his lips.

When you knock you see him make room for you to climb out, and even though he doesn’t welcome you, it’s a clear indication that he at least tolerates your presence. You lean on the wall beside him, catching the light where he sidles further into darkness, boots scraping the metal mesh of the platform under you. The wisp of nicotine curls around you both, an acrid smell to fill the silence. 

You don’t press him. You know better than that. You learned long ago that saccharine sweet words to Simon will only throw his guard up just as it does yours, make him bristle and bare his fangs in a paradoxical effort to protect himself. 

❝ You don’t have to pretend to be fine, if you need me to stay I will.❞ You told him once, remembering how Simon’s head had snapped in your direction hard enough to make his neck crack. 

“I don’t need anything.” He told you flatly, scarcely hiding his hostility. It had startled you then, this whiplash of emotion from him. Yet when you looked at him, saw the look in his eyes, you understood.

You’re both feral, untamed creatures. There’s beauty in the wildness of you, an understanding of the untouchable spirit that resides in the other. You wander the wilderness in search of someone just the same as you, something more fit for savagery than gentleness. Like a beast howling at the sacrosanct moon, you hear the other's lonely call and dare to challenge it with your own. 

Yet wounded, injured, the proximity of others summons flashing fangs and snarling gazes even as you desperately want to be anything but alone.

So you only stand beside him, cross your arms and brace on the wall until you gesture at him for a cigarette, smiling to yourself when he simply offers his. His lighter flicks as he lights a new one for him, and the orange of the flame reveals the grim set of his jaw in the shadows. 

You try and think back on the day, try and discern the things that could have gone wrong to warrant this sudden heaviness and withdrawal of him. Ghost had been set up in a sniper nest all day, navigating you and Soap through the city in your plain clothes, tailing a contact. You’d been waiting for him to make an exchange, information hidden in his briefcase. Yet the person he had handed it off to was not another gangster.

Instead, it was a boy. 

Blonde. Brown eyes, looking up at his father and smiling as the man had cupped the child’s face when he spoke.

Ghost didn’t take the shot.

You take a long drag of your cigarette, wincing at the taste. You never had a penchant for smoking, picked it up only to find excuses to linger beside the man next to you. Simon is silent, ruminating, and you tumble the image of the boy in your mind, trying to find the tether that connected him to Simon’s heart. 

It hits you all at once. A kid, roughly the same age, blonde, brown eyed, rosy cheeked, looking up at his father with stars in his eyes. 

Joseph.

You close your eyes, pained realization rippling through your chest. Joseph, the smallest one lost to that deadly night that took Simon’s family. The one he had spoken of only once and then never again. A secret locked in the deepest parts of his heart, something he trusted scarcely few people with. 

Including you.

The gift and responsibility of Simon’s trust of you isn’t wasted in its meaning. You know how difficult it is for him to allow even the smallest sliver of someone that deep inside, and you tread carefully, knowing that there’s things that you haven’t told Simon either about your own family. 

You fight him tooth and nail for every meager scrap he gives you, and it’s enough. It’s always enough- because every single truth you unspool from him ties its threads into your own stitches atop your fractured heart.

You both stand in the long silence of the night air, letting the curl of smoke wind between your two forms before you deign to speak. 

“He looked nothing like him.” You lie.

Simon goes still beside you, coiling a telltale inch as you finally speak the truth of it into existence. You think maybe he’ll go back inside without another word, and will leave you out here in the aftermath of your feigned declaration.

“No.” He replies flatly, not moving from where he stands, voice firm in a way that tells of what he is trying to hide underneath- something you know you’ll see eventually when he comes to you with desperate touches and hushed words, trying to escape the weight of the world in the feral familiarity of you. 

“He didn’t.”

#simon ghost riley x oc #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x oc #ghost x oc #simon riley x reader #oc: fix #stay the night writing prompts #drabbles #They're both so!!!! #They're the same person they're the mirror of each other they hate the things in each other that remind them of themselves #they're the only one who know what it's like to be them they're the only ones that can trust the other with their secrets #crying yelling screaming