Ale!☆

'colored' version below

(if you don't know what the hell this is, check this Instagram account, there is no explanation, but it's cool, I swear)

So happy to share this first actual Super Congio comic! (Especially because it took me so long to finish, dammit.) Genuinely happy with how it turned out, since I didn't know what I was doing while I was making it, so, YAY!

But, at least now I've learned a little bit about how it all works, so I hope I can make more pages as soon as possible (I doubt it).

Here we are at the REAL beginning of our journey, which begins with the dreams and hopes of an ordinary white rabbit, who moves to a new, mysterious city.

When will this dream end?

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(Per che non ha idea di che cosa sia tutto questo, visiti l'account Instagram, per favore.)

Così felice di condividere questo primo effettivo fumetto di Super Congio! (Anche perché ci ho messo tantissimo a finirlo, accidentaccio) Genuinamente felice di come è venuto, visto che non sapevo dove sbattere la testa mentre lo stavo facendo, quindi, YAY!

Ma, almeno, ora ho imparato un pochino come si fa, quindi spero che di riuscire a fare altre pagine il prima possibile (dubito).

Eccoci al VERO inizio del nostro viaggio, che si apre con i sogni, e le speranze di un ordinario coniglio bianco, che si trasferisce in una nuova, misteriosa città.

Dove finirà questo sogno?

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Wings #1:

(note that this is exactly as it was written, and that none of these thing were created with a sound mind.)

The wings of a king, are droopy, dripping with the last remaining drops of entertainment, and they will try to keep it, but it won't last, and it never will, and it never did, the sad king, the blue monarch, the pinned royalty, won't be ever again.

What if someone found out? What if someone knew?

First entry

Egocentrism:

(note that this is exactly as it was written, and that none of these thing were created with a sound mind.)

Wall of lemon was cutting my neck. Forced spy? Willing sacrifice? VIctim?

Had i ever been the victim? HAd i ever been the sea? Had i ever been human? HAd i ever been right? Had i ever been?

Even if i was right, i said ‘’2 plus 2 is 4’’, i’d knew i’d always been wrong. Words from yellow teeth are not pretty words, truths from a mouth that smells are just lies.

Stream of consciousness #1:

(note that this is exactly as it was written, and that none of these thing were created with a sound mind.)

There are eyes on my chest. Big blue eyes, the kind of eyes people can’t look away from.

i had never experienced the ‘’locking into someone else’s eyes’’, i never found eyes that would be so pretty as to put a target on myself for. Would you kill yourself for the most beautiful of eyes? I fell in love with a png, with an object, and always with the ones who didn’t love me back.

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I think, maybe, the ocean loved me just a tiny bit. I pretended to know it, to know the smell and the taste and the colours. The salt had always been in my nose, when i was born and i hadn’t been able to breathe on land, i had turned the shame shade as my mistress, it had beckoned me with it’s cry, channeled through my own.

Sometimes i felt like the sea. Sometimes i felt like a wave of sounds, jumbled together. I’m sick of adjectives and descriptions.

I can’t think. iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii