#colorfully

[falseandrealultravival]

Today's Haiku with Picture 614

Row of poppies

They are colorfully

Blooming

罌粟の列

色とりどりに

咲きにけり

(2023.04.28)

[iseeyou-dear]

Silly persona. That’s all!

Also hi :•>!!

[sarah-1416]

Link here

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https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fo/lagtn0y7ydw5gzuk69hne/ADbXyy-gpqD3LuEsp8V3KnA?rlkey=09t79hxvlcnrllxbaozd9cjm6&dl=0

[d10moda]

..some #colorfully #fun & #silly #skyline #pix from #downtown #philly (at Philadelphia, Pennsylvania) https://www.instagram.com/p/CqDiy4lOWU0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[faeriekit]

Health and Hybrids (XXIX)👽👻💚

[I can't remember the original prompt posters  for the life of me but here's a mashup between a cryptid!Danny, presumed-alien!Danny, dp x dc, and the prompt made the one body horror meat grinder fic.]

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💚 Ao3 Is here for all parts 💚 (now featuring mediocre mouseover translations, only available on a computer)

Where we last left off... Danny can't sleep alone! Wonder Woman gets angry! Batman gets yoinked like a sad cat! Informational breakthroughs are made!

Trigger warnings for this story:  body horror | gore | post-dissection fic | dehumanization (probably) |  my nonexistent attempts at following DC canon. On with the show.

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Danny is in a different medical room than usual.

There are five white boards.

His hands are shaking.

Danny doesn’t want to talk about what happened to him, but this isn’t talking. It’s just Danny, a bunch of white boards, Diana, a blonde doctor woman he doesn’t know, and that one kid’s stinky cat dad.

Danny draws.

He draws The Box. He doesn’t know how big it was in reality, but he remembers it being cramped, and dark, and hungry. He was always hungry. He draws a granola bar and uses a red marker to strike through it a half-dozen times to really emphasize how much nothing there was to work with.

It feels bad to put a marker-drawn Danny in the box.

Marker-Danny looks scared. He looks sad.

Danny hands that board to the blonde doctor without looking at it.

Danny draws a bunch of gloved hands with scalpels and forceps and beakers and tubes, but to be honest, he was so out of his mind by that point he doesn’t actually remember a lot of it. He remembers being tied down, and he remembers scream—

...But he mostly remembers the visuals of hands in a bright spectator spotlight above, a dozen gleaming instruments poking inside him to see what of him was ecto-based and what wasn’t.

They always acted like Danny didn’t know what he was made of. Danny’s wondered if it was true ever since, and sometimes the thought pulses in his skin like a bad bruise.

There’s almost no detail in that drawing. It's only hands. It's only tools. Danny hands the board off without looking, again.

Danny draws Operative O, with his stupid chin and his stupid suit and his stupid earpiece and his stupid gun. He tries to get all the details from memory, but honestly, who cares if the guy’s lapels look right or whatever. He wipes the G I W initials off the man’s breast pocket before anyone can see the detail, and keeps his little black boots and sunglasses, and…yeah. Pretty much all of their stupid agents look like that.

He adds on a number of skulls and angry faces to that drawing before handing the board over.

He draws the Fenton Ghost Assault Vehicle as he mostly remembers it—and Danny remembers turning on at least some of the equipment as he tried to flee the building, leaving the hard steel shell of the GAV as scuffed and miserable as he’d found it abandoned in that garage but bristling with weapons. His parents are—they’d been so good at cramming weapons into every possible nook and cranny. Whatever engineers the GIW had been able to hire to dismantle it had never had a chance. The thing had been locked onto Fenton DNA, and Fenton DNA alone.

Danny isn’t sure where the GAV is now, but he remembers turning the rockets on. Maybe he’d…maybe he’d landed on the moon…in the Fentonmobile?

He still isn’t super clear on how he’d gotten here, or what of the truck’s defenses he’d gotten up and running on his way out.

But he remembers a clear line of sight down the barrel of Dad’s newest—and last—blaster he’d ever made, the hands on it a stranger's.

Danny remembers his flesh and ecto sizzling as his face bubbled off.

…Danny remembers his first driving lessons in the GAV with Mom in the passenger seat, encouraging him to brake carefully at stop signs if there were police at the corner. They went out for burgers after each driving session, since she knew it would make him happy to have something different for dinner. Danny remembers all the road trips they’d gone on to go visit Aunt Alicia, half-camping in the woods on her property while Dad taught Jazz and Danny how to fish.

He hands off the whiteboard, but he already knows what he wants to use the last one for.

Mom and Dad and Jazz stand around the intact GAV and smile, frozen in a dry-erase marker wave to a Danny that isn’t there.

Danny’s here now. In a chair. In space.

…With strangers.

When Danny doesn’t immediately offer the board to the blonde doctor like she expects, she only takes a picture of it for further discussion.

Danny is very, very careful not to smudge any of his family's faces or their suits or Jazz's dark sweater as Diana wheels him back to his cot in the medical wing.

He misses them.

He doesn’t know if they’re capable of missing him, wherever they are, but he misses them.

[tooquirkytolose]

Would it be like, evil and killjoy of me to hand out this type of candy for trick or treaters or will the children leave my house in peace after being given free reign to pilfer as much of this as their grubby little hands can carry

[diary0fahopelessromantic]

I am happy colors and lively foliage. I am mismatched socks and bright nail polish. I am glitter and girly pop music blaring in my headphones. I am stuffed animals, colorful book covers, and blossoming flowers in springtime. I am my room and the world outside my window. I am free.

[himejoshiangels]

I fucking love we are robin they were so huddling in the back booth of the restaurant izzys family ran trying not to laugh while ordering, surfing on the tops of trains, learning how to treat a bullet wound crowding around the phone frantically collecting google searches, taking more hits than they were landing, listening to dax play shitty guitar in his garage while skipping classes, playing dnd in rikos basement, making snide comments while duke and dre argue again for the eighth time that day and watching duke try to resist dre bribing him with his cooking, being connect to someone you don't know halfway across town because they too know that with batman gone someone has to take care of this city someone has to do something and it might as well be you

[sai-doodles]

Drew Harry while playing whiteboard with friends but I HAD TO do him justice

[westbifire]

Am I a little crazy for this? Maybe but I feel like Red Spring Studio is following a posting pattern so I did a little diging and I think i found the pattern

According to the pattern I found I think the next post will be on the 16-18th

If I'm right ill make a more organized chart and post it

[dent-de-leon]

Gently cradling this one mention of Mollymauk from the cookbook in my hands,, colorful little peacock tiefling my beloved. Also I like the Dust of Deliciousness “recipe”—

[sarah-1416]

mntrflim

[autumnalfallingleaves]

Holy shit I'm done with college

Yeah it's just hitting me now. What

[sockkind]

I wuuuuuv uuuuuuuu 🤗💕

[weidli]

made this shawl years ago out of laceweight linen (actually it was a calf length skirt first and then a shawl but i digress) and it has now officially reached the stage where my mother is like elke this thing is disintegrating in my hands it miiight be time to let it go and i am like i will ship of theseus this bitch if it kills me

[tunabesimpin]

Hello, one ticket pls! "For what Movie?"

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Idc if i have to go alone i will see the fnaf movie