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A short story about Damian Wayne and what colors mean to him.
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"Maybe we should speak in a simpler way," the therapist said to the artist. After thirty minutes of stony silence, she was still trying to get the artist to say a word. "Talk to me about colors. What does blue mean to you?"
The artist's first thought was Richard. A man in black and blue who flew through the navy night sky, untethered by gravity. Skin mottled the same black and blue underneath his clothes. He tried to hide from everyone, burying his hurt deep. As if, perhaps, if he couldn't see it, others wouldn't see it too. He would guard his emotions, guard others—the fool—but he wouldn't guard himself.
"Guardian," the artist finally said about blue. He could talk about colors. He re-crossed his arms for the third time, aware of how obvious his discomfort was but unable to help it.
He knew how to face judgment, harden his heart and list his failings to superiors. But the therapist was nonjudgmental, asking him about colors, and he never learned how to guard against someone without ulterior motives.
"What about yellow?"
The artist swallowed. Yellow was the color of the cape he tried to steal from a boy who needed it as much as him. It was a flash of brightness in an unforgiving world where he had to fight dirty and vicious to earn his place. At least, that was the world before everything changed. Before the world softened around the edges and suddenly he was the dark, unforgiving one.
"Regret."
The therapist hummed. A soft, melodic sound beneath the crashing waves in his ears. Maybe she could hear how loud his heartbeat was because she didn't push him to elaborate. "Pink?"
The artist almost smiled. Pink was the tongue of his cat, stuck out in her sleep.
"Cute."
Unlike him, the therapist didn't hold back her smile.
"Black?"
That was an easy one. The color of mystery. The color of the void in his life; the empty space beside his mother. That void captured his younger self's mind, always wondering what the void was like. What it would make of him. The hard part was saying aloud, to the therapist, what it meant to him.
"Father," he said, and immediately regretted his honesty.
She nodded, not making a big deal of it.
"Red?"
The artist exhaled deeply. He thought of many things. The red of his eye-veins when he was stressed. The red blotches of blood blooming like roses on a white bandage wrapped and wrapped around a head wound, vaguely bouquet-like. The red-chested robins he found in his father's gardens and fed seeds as he sketched their innocence.
The red helmet of a man, who was really a boy, desperate and different from his family. Living despite all the odds saying he should be long dead by now.
"Life," the artist said. He let his arms drop, suddenly drained like a nurse had drawn a liter of his blood.
"Green?"
The artist froze. He stared at the therapist, wondering about her angle. Did she know where he came from—his hometown and its lifeblood? Was this the goal of her little game of colors, how she would finally glean his thoughts about his childhood home?
When he was a young boy, in a kingdom of sand and gold, green was everywhere. The green fields in a greenhouse of extinct plants. In the green eyes of his mother and grandfather, the very same eyes as his own. And in the green pools that restored life, a miracle he beheld almost daily.
He would stand before those miracle waters, anxiously waiting for his loved ones to emerge, contemplating mirages and how it must be a lie to restore life after death. And yet, his pets had survived a plague, his mother had survived a stab wound, and his grandfather had survived cancer. He was a child who believed he was lucky.
"We're finished here." He stood and left, fifteen minutes before the end of the session, disregarding the therapist's soft-spoken plea to wait.
Richard greeted him in the waiting room with a smile that vanished when he saw his face. He sprang to his feet, abandoning the magazine unceremoniously on the chair, and matched Damian's brisk pace out of the building.
"What happened?" Richard took a shaky breath when Damian ignored him in favor of speed-walking to the parking lot. Richard placed a hand on his shoulder as they reached the car. He bent his head to meet his eyes, but Damian stubbornly turned his head away. His eyes were so, so blue. "Dami, what happened?"
Damian knew, and he knew Dr. Dinah knew, that refusing to discuss that color spoke volumes, more than anything he had said during the session.
"Home," Damian whispered, feeling like a child crying on his first day of kindergarten. "Please, I just want to go home."
They didn't converse during the car ride home, though Richard stole glances at him, his unspoken words palpable in the silence. Damian fled to his room and spent dinner there. He was too restless to sleep and too exhausted to study. Tugged between the urge to fight and to freeze.
Like how all roads lead to Rome, he ended up painting. He set up an easel taller than himself and began mixing colors until he had every shade of green. He thought about home. His old home, the one in an unforgiving world where death was both constant and impossible, where pain was as abundant as gold, but at least the world made sense. The strong survived, and the strongest conquered. They even conquered death.
The scene he painted was a view inside a tower. Stone walls stretched up into infinite flights of stairs, with assassins lined up in rows on each level. The pool at the bottom cast a thick, green hue over the darkness. But the pool was an afterthought; the focus was on the walls of the tower.
He knew those walls well. They were made of bulging rocks that lay unevenly. When they were bathed in a green haze, Damian couldn't help but think they resembled cancer cells under a microscope. And that was precisely how he painted them: a tower with walls like tumor cells, splotches of assassins in the darkness, and the gaping green pool at the bottom.
Poison. Green is poison.
#damian wayne#damian al ghul#robin#batman and robin#batman#batman comics#damian robin#dc comics#dc robin#damian wayne al ghul#damian wayne angst#damian wayne fic#dinah lance#dick grayson#dick grayson and damian wayne#artist damian wayne#robin damian#robin dc#robin 4#therapy and art#art therapy#black canary#aka the irony of black canary talking to damian about colors#6 sessions later damian is more comfortable with dinah and finally shows her the painting and what he thinks of green#damian tells dick everything at 4 am after hes finished his painting and dick finished patrol#dick gives him a hug and damian feels much better :')
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someone on twitter said Imagine what s2 jayce would give to talk to s1 viktor just one more time. and someone had a time travel alternate dimension fic ready to go. and i read it. and now my face is being eaten by 3750 feral dogs i think
#thisss wass going to be just one little sketch lord help me#the guys you put on this earth to finish their psych degrees are drawing pathetic men again#jayvik#arcane#viktor arcane#jayce talis#my art#fanart#i have uni and work and also therapy to do but i got sick this week so i think i read like. over 30 fics yesterday like i was struck#by some affliction legitimately#please talk with me about them. this is a cry for help#i drew all these while listening to circa survive on repeat do you understand what that does to a man
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She's gonna figure out this whole Zaun thing. For her.
#fk my stupid baka like for getting into this series#Arcane pay for my therapy#Arcane#Arcane spoilers#jinx#isha#my art
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recent alnst sketch pages
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This old man deserves some therapy imo 😭
#gravity falls#gravityfalls#gravity falls fanart#gravity falls fandom#gravity falls fiddleford#fiddleford mcgucket#fiddleford hadron mcgucket#fiddleauthor#fiddleford x stanford#stanford pines#gravity falls stanford#McGucket therapy AU#gravity falls au#gravity falls art#my art#my art tag
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on colors and being different and not being enough for yourself
(please reblog instead of liking)
#comic#vent#vent post#vent art#autism#neurodivergent#neurodiversity#neurodivergence#neurodiverse#nd artist#therapy#therapist#disabled#disability#ableism#self esteem#i hope this reaches the right audience
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have doodle lol
functionally, i am alive, emotionally?? idk about that work has me crying almost everyday now chat idk if i can do this anymore
#sonadow#? i guess#sonic the hedgehog#shadow the hedgehog#sth#sth fanart#sonic the hedghog fanart#my art#sketch#sonic to shadow after shadow generations#but dw guys i’m doing fine#work it just so fucking stressful we’re getting scheduled understaffed and ofc no one wants to come in so we get call outs every day#30 min wait times to make a caramel macchiato?? yes ma’am ITS BC I’M THE ONLY ONE ON BAR RN#like dawg idk if you can tell but we’re in the middle of a giant shopping center ofc we’re gonna be busy#just expect you’re drink to take awhile to make#ESPECIALLY if the line is A BLOCK OUT THE DOOR#DUDE OFC WE’RE BEHIND HAVE YOU NOTICED WE HAVE ONLY THREE (3) PEOPLE WORKING RN???#WE SHOULD HAVE AT LEAST 6#anyway probably gonna have to start going back to therapy#i’ll be fine lmao but damn this holiday season is fucking traumatizing
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Yes I’m an Azula apologist—she deserved better; she deserved therapy and love and support and patience 🫶
#atla#azula#I love her very very much#projecting my bpd and bipd on to her like damn girl we both need therapy#I shud be working rn…anyways#fanart#art#illustration#avatar the last airbender#azula atla
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LINKTOBER DAY 23- MIPHAS COURT
Birdsong is not the sound of the sea, but it’s better than nothing at all.
(Yona may be a mystery to Sidon, but her grief is familiar.)
((The Alchemist’s last correspondence with the Lost Heir was an argument about becoming Van Ruta’s champion a hundred and three years ago. She had called Mipha a reckless fool, and angrily dove deep into her research under the seas of Holodrum, waiting for an apology that will never come.))
-Totk au masterlist (it’s usually goofy)
-Patreon (if you want to see my sketchbook)
#critdraws#familiar familiar au#lonks diary#art#botw#loz#artists on tumblr#loz comic#sidon#mipha#totk#yona#totk sidon#totk yona#botw mipha#tears of the kingdom#breath of the wild au#zora#breath of the wild#zelda#botw zora#zelda comic#the legend of zelda#legend of zelda#fish grief#elves#in this hot take of an au zora live up to five centuries easily#mipha was sixty eight when she passed#yona (a whole hundred and seventy two) can only rage#somebody get these people therapy
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The mug is for sale HERE 👀
#meme#memes#humor#lol#funny#haha#dank memes#dark humor#dad jokes#mental health#adulthood#therapy#draw#drawing#art
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Unintended consequence of creating my own Bill... He watches me draw now...
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#On the 3d glasses: it's exposure therapy and even if it wasnt: I can't break the geneva convention because I'm not at war. Anyway#i think this is the first billford kiss ive posted??? Which is hilarious. Ive done a lot of on these guys that I've drawn but not posted#genuinely i will be drawing and suddenly remember he is behind me. He initially watched me sleep but its safer on the shelf#his prototype brother still watches my bed tho. So while HE is Safe. I Am Not.#Gravity falls#Fan art#Bill Cipher#Comic#Doodles#Silly posting#custom plush#Gravity falls comic#Gravity falls fanart#Fanart#Billford#Ford pines my beloved. i am never giving you a break sorry#tbob / thisisnotawebsite lore my beloved also. giving him those 3d glasses is fun :)#cw eye contact#GF fanart#artists on tumblr#My art
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After Neil said that they kept David Tenant in a box on set I couldn't get this image out of my head...
#good omens#my art#good omens fanart#ineffable husbands#ineffable idiots#ineffable divorce#crowley#azirowley#starfruitsomething#anthony j crowley#good omens 2#aziracrow#ineffable spouses#ineffable fandom#neil gaiman#gay#queer artist#queer#neil gaiman needs to pay for my therapy#art#digital art#my artwork
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Got some ohuhu markers recently and finally had the time to try them out! This is my first time properly working with markers and I'm having such a blast
#there's so much layering involved to make markers look decent and man it's so fun#this is like therapy to me#haven't touched my sketchbook in so long I really missed it#gonna try and draw in it more again#also here's my wife#sevika#arcane#arcane fanart#my art#my sketchbook
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It hurt, but I don’t regret it.
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