Daily Doodles- Day 42- 28/05/24

Not to be that guy but it is really discouraging for people who are trying to be faithful and celibate when you act like being single is a death sentence or like something is wrong with you for not finding someone

Anyone defending Rachael Zegler from anything other than racism is weird.

She and her comments are partly to blame for that crap pot of a movie bombing. Unfortunately for her, people don't forget. Who wants to see a movie with a lead that despises the inspiration story?? Foolishness!

The movie could have been decent (maybe) if she kept her mouth shut and they didn't toss up the whole plot and use AI.

Daily Doodles- Day 73- 27/06/24

This is one of my scribble art pieces, where I scribble on the page with my pen and fill in the shape with patterns and colours.

An easy way to make cool art!

The tag for this is #agdoodles

Women were NOT put on this earth to serve men, get married as soon as they turn 18 and pop out a hundred and one babies before 25.

Women were put on this earth to serve GOD and glorify him in everything that they do. Marriage and motherhood is one way, not the way.

New art! A slightly annoyed and dressy young girl! I'm actually recording her process for my youtube channel. I may post it here once it's up.

back in 2019 and before, neil gaiman was a fucking creep on here. even into 2020 and possibly beyond (i blocked him in 2019 and left the good omens fandom in 2020, abandoning the blog i had at that time to get away from the toxic atmosphere he created and continued to fuel, so i have no specific examples past that year), he wasn't doing anything to alter or denounce the disturbing atmosphere he'd fostered among newer fans. but fans from before good omens really blew him up always knew he was a creep, and we knew he was an overbearing, manipulative monster for a long time.

he would follow fans and send them messages trying to act like he was our friend, or, if he didn't think you were some kind of prospect, he would reblog your posts and spell out to you all the ways he thought you were an idiot, many of which were homophobic, transphobic, xenophobic, and racist. it was disgusting, and i and a lot of people blocked him so that he couldn't do that to us anymore, and we would try to warn incoming fans.

but, by the time good omens became what it is now thanks to the series, he had changed his trajectory and, i guess, finally took his pr team's advice and eased up, only answering asks in as neutral or positive a manner as he could and reblogging posts in a more "appropriate" manner. he deleted a lot of old content and became more of the "resident tumblr cryptid author" rather than Anne Rice Lite™. old fans still knew he was trash, but newer fans thought of him as one of the tumblrinas, who just happened to be a "super cool" famous author, and anyone who spoke of him in any way but positively was told we were just jealous or that we were being unduly hateful.

on top of preying on and bullying fans, he is a zionist, he is anti-library (he believes online libraries like the internet archive are bad because they prevent authors from making money), and he is just generally being a massive bigot and a terrible person. he abandoned his wife and child during the pandemic to fly across the globe to be with a younger woman, and his now-ex-wife is a terf, and he is a barely-closeted transphobe himself. neil gaiman has never been our friend.

i'm glad people are finally recognizing him for the disgusting human being he is, and at the same time my heart goes out to the people who have come forward with their stories about the physical, psychological, and emotional harm this man did to them.

Daily Doodles- Day 35- 20/05/24

Posting the backlog of days I missed!

I was listening to Jesus YouTube and drew a girl in prayer.

The tag for this is #agdoodles

Look tumblr, I only came here to post my art and consume fan fiction. Just because I visited the blog of someone who's so deep into online politics that they don't know what the real world looks like anymore doesn't mean that I want to see more posts about it. I just wanted to see if they had anymore dpxdc content!

I block/hit the 'not interested' button when posts I have not interest in disrupt my scrolling. Sorry if I happened to have blocked you. We don't have the same interests 🤷‍♀️💁‍♀️

Short Story- Shades of Violet: By Adinelle Ggreeo

I can see the good and the bad in people.

Red and blue are what I see. Throughout my life, people have come in many different shades of purple.

We all have the capacity for good and bad within us. Our shades of purple depend on whether we choose to listen more to the angel or to the demon on our shoulders.

But there are those that have no angel at all.

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I can see the good and the bad in people. I've had this ability since I was a young girl. It appears to me as an aura around the person, emanating from their heart space. Red and blue are what I see. Red for bad, blue for good. Simple stuff. Though human beings are not that simple. Red and blue mixed make purple. Throughout my life, people have come in many different shades of purple. We all have the capacity to do good or bad. Our shades of purple depend on whether we listen to the angel on our shoulders or the demon. But there are those that have no angel at all.

One instance was in a church, of all places. An acquaintance of mine invited me to a Sunday mass at her community's church. She was very braggadocios with her invitation, telling me all about the beauty of the building and the status of her community. She was the kind of woman who cared too much about how she looked and what people thought about her. All the while, she judged others for those same insecurities. She was a little on the red side of purple. Just a little. I didn't think too much of it. She wasn't bad, just superficial. So I said yes.

When I walked into the church that Sunday, I was immediately on guard. There was a worrying amount of red-violet people walking around. They smiled their false smiles and spoke their false well wishes to each other. One of them came up to me, a woman. She was decked all in red. Red dress, red lips, red fingernails and toenails, and an almost red aura. She looked me up and down as she walked over. It was slight and quick, but I saw her nose wrinkle and the corners of her lips turned down. I suppose she wasn't a fan of my hand-me-down cotton dress on my plain brown flats. Her wide smile snapped back into place, and she greeted me with a high voice, speaking loudly enough for others to hear. She was apparently one of the ushers. I told her I was invited by an acquaintance and asked if I could be seated with her. Apparently not.

“Oh, newcomers sit at the back, sweetie,” she said, showing me to one of the pews in a dark corner of the church. I was the only one sitting there, which was strange for such a large church.

The building itself was quite grand. It really was as beautiful as I was told. It had tall ceilings with Victorian-esque chandeliers and large, colourful stained glass windows that lined the walls. They depicted in grand detail The Passion of Christ. Statues of St. Mary, Jesus Christ, and various Angels and saints painted in gold and jewel tones stood tall near the altar. The altar itself looked more like a performance stage. I could see stage lights all around. the priest's chair looked more like a throne, tall, wide and covered in rich purple velvet and what looked like precious gems. Very pretty, but unnecessary. I sat there uncomfortably, taking in the church and watching the people, seeing very few of a blue hue.

My final straw was when the priest came in with all the altar servers and lectures. As we all stood for their entrance, I noticed how everyone was placed. All the people grew redder the closer to the altar they were. Then I saw the priest at the end of the procession. Decked out in his white robes, he glowed a deep, blood red, brighter than I'd ever seen and I was immediately filled with dread and horror. I didn't care how it looked, I got up and power-walked down the aisle. I ran when I heard someone call out. I refused to stay in the same space as someone so vile as to have the aura of blood.

The acquaintance and I are no longer familiar.

Another instance happened when I was a teenager and thankfully, it was just in passing. My friends and I were at the mall, just hanging out. Those were our ‘window shopping’ days, when we had nothing but lint in our pockets, having spent all our allowances as soon as we got them. I'm a lot better at managing my money these days. We sat in the food court, nibbling on the sandwiches that we brought from home. we were people watching, well boy watching to be more accurate. Ooo-ing and Aah-ing over boys and men that were too old for us.

My friend, Sharon had pointed him out to us, her eyes wide with awe. The other girls were no better, openly staring at him with gaping mouths. It was obvious why. He was beautiful in an etheric way. He was tall and slim with dark brown skin that contrasted with his pure white afro hair. He wore it in a loose ponytail at the base of his neck. He wore all white. White short-sleeved button-up shirt, white trousers, and white sneakers with not a speck of dirt on them. He was looking down at a little black book he held in one hand as he walked by. His other hand gently grazed his sharp jawline. That drew our attention to his strong nose, plump lips and the long, dark lashes that framed his eyes.

“Oh my gosh, he looks like an anime boy!” my friend, Ali whisper-squealed.

The others chimed in with their agreement. I was watching his back as he left our sight with a sinking feeling in my stomach. Because that was the first time I'd ever seen a person glowing so red. his aura was the colour of rubies and it beamed out of him in tentacle-like rays, like a red sun.

“That one's your pick huh, Cici?” Sharon teased, elbowing me out of my trance. I force the giggle I'm trying to ignore the roiling in my stomach. I prayed to never see that boy again.

I have seen and met people that were fully blue. All of them were babies and small children, pure souls untouched by the darkness of the world. They start to become tinged with red by the time they're about ten years old. Children can be cruel, after all. I have yet to meet a blue adult. They don't exist. By the time we’ve reached that age, we’ve seen, experienced and done too much to not be tinged with red. This doesn't mean that I haven't met any good people. There are many good people walking this earth, contrary to popular belief. They come in different shades of violet and blue-violet. I'm glad to say that I see them daily among the reds.

Today, though, I ran into someone. Well, it’s more like they ran into me. They came barreling into me out of nowhere from among the crowd. I'm a small woman, so I went flying, hitting the ground hard. Thankfully, I had nothing to spill. My tailbone wasn't too happy though.

“I am so sorry, miss!” said a male voice.

I looked up at the man. he was holding out a hand to me with an apologetic look on his face. And he was still talking, probably still apologizing, but I couldn't help but stare. He was an average-looking man, his appearance a bit dishevelled. He had a mess of brown curls atop his head and a face dotted with small red pimples. He was in need of a shave, with a five o’clock shadow going across his face and down the underside of his chin. He had nice teeth though. They were straight and clean and so were his short nails. He wore a slightly oversized t-shirt and jeans and smelled faintly of fabric softener. A battered grey messenger bag hung off his shoulder.

His appearance was not what stalled me. It was his aura. his bright blue-like-the-sky aura.

In the midst of my shock, I didn't remember taking his hand and him pulling me up to stand. I came back to the present as he awkwardly patted me on the shoulder, still apologizing and then off he went, once again almost running through the crowd of people. I watched him go, his blue aura shining bright amongst the sea of purple. I looked on until I could no longer see him.

I gripped the strap of my shoulder bag tightly. I looked around at the violets and blue violets at the red violets and darker. I was worried. For the first time in my life, my sight failed me. A blue adult does not exist. I stand by that. I glanced back in the direction the man went.

So how do I explain him?

Daily Doodles- Day 43- 28/05/24

I was watching one of @sophira-lou 's older videos, the one with the storm girl and I decided to draw my own!

I got really into it and busted out my coloured pens and pencils! ⛈️⛈️⛈️

The tag for this is #agdoodles