Buzzing in the Flower, 2014
From the album #02 Memórias em Supenso, a volume which introduces illustrative drawing developed with and within blots of natural pigment of flowers, leaves, stalks and stems of plants from different species.
a blooming day to you*
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Danny Phantom, Batman - All Media Types
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Major Character Death
Relationships: Danny Fenton/Jason Todd
Characters: Danny Fenton, Jason Todd, Alfred Pennyworth, Bruce Wayne
Additional Tags: Hurt No Comfort, Post-Comic Arc: "A Death in the Family" in Batman (1940) #426-429, Episode: s02e08-09 The Ultimate Enemy, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, clockwork never saved Danny the first time around, Danny has no idea that dan is coming, lmao we just wanted to torture the blorbo, anyway have some angst, Angst and Tragedy, Self-Hatred, Self-Worth Issues, Fentonic 2024 (Danny Phantom), Implied/Referenced Character Death, Non-Consensual Body Modification, Evil Vlad Masters, the non-con is for vlad removing danny's humanity, Not Ultimate Enemy Compliant (Danny Phantom), Beta Read, Foiled Confessions, Ink Blots, mentions of torture, the toruture is also for vlad removing danny's humanity, mentions of pain, Unreliable Narrator, Grief/Mourning
Series: Part 16 of Cat Soulmates Fentonic 2024 Spoilers, Part 1 of Lost And Found
Summary:
Danny lost everything in the Nasty Burger explosion. Everything.
He didn't think he had more to give until Vlad took it away.
Then he meets Robin, and starts to think that maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't lose this.
He should've known better than to think that.
Failed Confessions | Ink Blots
Warning:Please read the tags. This contains a lot of triggering content.
Day 16 is a bit... erm, angsty. *Ahem*. But @catnek-writing-things and I regret nothing, so. Enjoy.
Is it bad that this is one of my faves (nothing can beat the Dead Silent ones, tho) out of all the Fentonic fics we've done? Maybe, but I really don't have any regrets.
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Knowing that something is boiling in your chest and you can't do much to hold it down. Knowing that it came from the days you survived and nights you were barely breathing. Knowing there isn't much you can do about it other than gulp it down several times a day is heartbreaking . But as long as it keeps you alive it is okay . It is better than the hollowness that you felt for years . The emptiness that reminded you of an empty room with no windows .where someone hid all their griefs and let you in deliberately . The world wasn't very bright before and now when it feels a bit too dark to be seen by anyone it hurts more I think . So you just gulp it down silently till you can and move. To be on the move is the play. It is only okay you were ever allowed to choose .
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A third Shadow High OC, Wyn LeBlanc, aka the inkblot angel (by xir friends), aka the human Rorschach test (by the Storm Twins). I couldn’t decide whether I wanted an ink-splatter colour scheme or a raincloud gradient colour scheme so I did bothhhhhh
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Combining fruit characters and ink splatters again, though this time with the new coloured splatters I made the other day. The green and pink were a great choice!
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You are no longer where you were, but you are everywhere that I am - Victor Hugo
To Kratos. My friend, my companion, my everything.
23.12.19 - 22.01.24
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Today the world falls apart.
Once more I want to set up a stage
and put a show.
I want to rip a part of the sky
and let it die slowly.
Today the world falls apart once again
and I want to burn what remains.
But I was told to be the one in life
Whose name does not bring pain in life.
So I mislead the fire to my own home
and burnt what remains of me to scream
Ayana
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Rainy Inkblot
The road blurs behind the rain-bedewed windshield. Colors blend like paints misted with water. A once straight yellow median line bulges and zags before my eyes. In the moment before the wipers deflect, clearing my view, my mind wanders in the natural inkblot that spills across the windshield. As the droplets cluster together, green trees along the road become delusional laughing faces, and the jagged yellow line is fingers reaching toward my vehicle. Rain floods my view and mixes my mind. But then, the wipers squeegee away the chaos, and I shrug off the momentary delusion. The road is clear, and the sound of rhythmic droplets pounds like percussionists on the roof, while the headlights of oncoming cars glare through the remaining raindrops.
Image inspo @straig
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