DOODLES FROM DISCORD Sunflowers - Positivity, Strength, Admiration, Loyalty, Unending Luck

Inspiración

La creatividad me pesa.

Despiertan tantas ideas que no puedo plasmar.

Y plasmo ideas a medias que nunca llegaron a mas.

Me siento pesada.

Con tantas ideas y tan poca habilidad.

Necesito tiempo y organización.

En ocasiones siento que tengo todo el tiempo del mundo

Pero otras siento que todo se me viene encima

Tengo tanto en la cabeza y tan poco tiempo.

Quiero hacerlo todo y a la vez no puedo hacer nada

Incluso si la inspiración vaga por mi mente no puedo expresarlo

Las dudas asaltan mi cabeza.

Se responden solas o simplemente mueren ahí.

La inspiración me llega diario.

Y a todas horas.

OFFICIAL BOOP POST you are more than welcome to boop me as much as you want and I will boop back. RB if you want some boops!!

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Parallel: i've done a lot of dumb stuff

Scorpion, Jim Bullock: i witnessed the dumb stuff

Callan: i recorded the dumb stuff

Black Arrow, Hakan: i joined you in the dumb stuff

Shade and Poison: i TRIED TO STOP YOU FROM DOING THE DUMB STUFF

-.-

Jane/Eclipse: i have the sharpest memory. name one time i forgot something

Jared/Poison: you left me in a walmart parking lot like three weeks ago

Jane: i did that in purpose try again

Oswald/Scorpion *in the distance*: YOU DID WHAT?

-_-

the Wayne cousins (Jane and Olive): WE SAID WE WANTED MCDONALD'S

Bruce/Batman: yeah, and i bought you McDonald's

The Wayne cousins: WE MEANT A BIG MAC OR CHICKEN NUGGETS NOT THE ENTIRE COMPANY GRANDPA WTF

How curious... Such a strange and delicate thing. Adrift in the waters of fate... Which way will you wander I wonder?

—The High Priestess (The Arcana)

Vesuvia from The Arcana

Part of my 5 color challenge. I tried to record my process while drawing this but my device is slow as f****, so no speedpaint for now.

Princess of Gotham

Chapter 20: Bad Days & More Plans

Nope. The rest of the day was no lighter than the morning.

After the incident with Timonthy, the following classes were dull. Olive kept talking to Arthur, while the latter kept looking at the clock at the back of the room. Anyone would say that he was watching it waiting for the time to leave, but his look was something else.

When we left the classroom, the last one to pick up his things was Arthur, for some reason. He looked quite anxious when we met James and Damian at the entrance. He even looked like he wanted to tell us something. We said our goodbyes politely, or at least tried to.

On the way home with James, we stopped at an ice cream shop, the weather wasn't that hot and after all the money we always used was grandpa's.

When we got home we decided to put a series on the TV, while Dad arrived or Jim would let us know about the patrol or the meeting we told him about the day before. Homework could wait.

"I'm surprised the principal didn't introduce Arthur to your class like he always does with new students," my brother said, then shoved a fistful of chips into his mouth.

"What surprises me is that I've never heard his last name before. Who's last name is Purple? A color," I said a few minutes later. We had been talking about anything for a while now, and we both knew we couldn't avoid the new guy in the conversation.

"For a moment I thought it was... you know who. You know who," he said quietly as if trying not to let anyone else hear him, even though it was just the two of us.

"I thought so too, but it's impossible, he's older than me, he should be in your group, not mine," I began to look for something more interesting on TV, "And believe me, if it really was that traitor, I won't hesitate to end his life.

We both fell into a deep silence. If I really wanted to expose the boy's identity, I had to ask Assana or Malowe for help.

James' cell phone rang, pulling me out of my thoughts to pay attention to the conversation, then I realized that my glasses were dirty, I started to clean them when my brother answered.

"Jim, what happened?" I heard my brother say.

"I wanted to ask your sister if we're going to have the meeting about the neutralizer," I heard on the other end of the line.

Damn, I forgot to turn on my phone, I'm sure Andrew had already sent me the formula for the gas. I put on my glasses to run back to my room.

When I got back to the living room, James was still talking.

"If you're not with her, I'll try to contact Shade," he said over the speakerphone.

"Text her, I'm sure she'll answer," was the last thing he said before hanging up. Then he turned to look at me, "I mean, I know I'm not supposed to get into your private life and not ask you who you talk to all the time, but you talked to Andrew, right? he asked me.

"I called him last night, you and I both know he's a genius and he was the one who created the weapon that helped us win against bane last time," I said, opening my messenger on my phone.

James formed a perfect "o" with his mouth, showing me that he already knew what I meant. I read the messages from that morning and smiled to myself.

Jim's message came in a few minutes later, I replied that we would have a small meeting the next day to work everything out and find someone to help us with the gas, but that the meeting that day was still on.

The hours went by and Jason didn't show up, we didn't worry, we knew he could take care of himself even if he was drunk. But we had to go out and we didn't want him to worry about us.

At 11 p.m., James and I put on our suits, left a note for our father, and went out the window of my room, as it was the one facing the street.

We walked for a while through the streets and at one point we climbed onto the rooftops to start running back to our base. We had to put the plan to destroy Deathstroke into action, I was running out of time.

We arrived at the building and the first thing I did was to contact the team, we had to clarify some points. By the way, I also called Superboy, so that he could help us with some points of the plan.

"Unlike Gotham, Metropolis doesn't have so many places where ambushes can be made," said Superboy, who even if he wasn't going to go with us, helped us a lot with his knowledge of the city.

"There are many houses and buildings in ruins, but we would have to place ourselves in strategic points so that he doesn't see us and we can attack him at the best moment," said Sam, pointing out some places on the support map we had on a table.

"The notes should sound convincing so that, if necessary, he doesn't feel that Shade is controlling him," Jared was one of those people who, even if they didn't pay much attention to the overall plan, always noticed small details.

"Hey, I don't control people," Asset, who was standing next to me, shouted.

"Really?" asked Poison sarcastically.

"We'll need to expand our arsenal. I can make more arrows but I don't know if you guys have anything up your sleeves. I could combine your skills with darts or arrows, in case they are needed," Scorpion said, looking at most of us.

"And...you don't have...by any chance...a way to become a little more...you know...powerful, do you?" asked Jared timidly, "A bigger shadow, infect 10 people at once, a bigger wolf, Shade," he suggested.

"I can't do that even if I want to, I could kill you guys in the process, I would need a lot of time to perfect that technique," said Pandora, looking at her silver hand.

"The process to make a shadow is painful and I need a special weapon which at the moment is not in my power. Besides, I refuse to bring back the thousand nights," I said, looking at the map, locating other important points with the help of the visor.

The thousand nights appeared after a small group of new villains infected me and began to control me. I caused so much damage that only with Shade's help did most of the affected people forget those catastrophes. I felt that if I used my shadow as much as I did back then, I would lose control over myself again.

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Remember that the universe will always bring the best to you. Open your heart and listen to the message it wants to give you.

I only saw you once

I only saw you once, and I was already dreaming of you.

You only spoke to me once and I was already imagining your hand against mine.

You only greeted me once and in my mind wandered all the topics we could talk about.

And the more you talked to me the more I felt my mind wander through those scenarios.

And then anxiety would strike.

What if you only talked to me out of guilt?

What if you only said hello to me because you needed something in the end?

What if this is all just your way of getting something out of me?

Your way of manipulating me until I'm at your feet and do everything you tell me to do.

Your way of proving that I'll always let you walk all over me.

And then your message comes through and everything seems to cease to exist.

The anxiety, the imaginary scenarios.

Am I falling in love with you or with the illusion?

The one I like because it makes me feel good.

It makes me feel that I'm finally worth something.

That I'm not just one more in the system.

And then you ask me to help you with something.

You ask me to do homework together and I don't refuse because finally having someone else's company makes me feel good.

But the same thought comes back to my mind.

I imagine again the pain of rejection.

What will my life be like once you stop talking to me?

And if you hear those rumors from people, what will you think of me?

Will you stop talking to me or pretend you never heard them?

Or will you accept them and tell me to my face what a shitty person I am? And you'll leave and I'll be the same as in the beginning, alone.

Cold in my professions and in my friendships.

Modifying a little bit Hamilton's famous line.

And like him, pretending to give minimal importance to personal relationships.

Trying to keep myself free of any particular attachment.

And keep my happiness independent of the caprices of others.

If you ever leave I'll again be wondering when a person will come along who will truly stay with me.

I will be called manipulative at the end of this text

But believe me that midnight is when I become the most sincere.

Because my mind is so weak that it doesn't rest.

And I think about it so much that I don't sleep peacefully.

And I hope that after all this if you ever find out who wrote this, and that it was meant for you, don't leave.

Stay and assure me that you will never leave.

Just make me believe for a few seconds that I am no longer alone.

And let me see you one more time

Midnight Thoughts