Daily Doodles- Day 119- 14/08/24

Daily Doodles- Day 144- 08/09/24

Just a reminder to block all those tags and words connected to things that you don't want to see, hear and have live in your mind on this website.

Some people are too comfortable with sharing some vile stuff, even if it's not in a bad way per say.

Certain things should not be censored, but if you don't want to see those things, I'm glad that the blocking of tags work here. I know on other places curating what you see is pretty much non-existent.

The tag for this is #agdoodles

Short Story- Not Another Paranormal Romance: By Adinelle Ggreeo

'The new boy was a demon straight from hell, who came to corrupt their school and she was the only one who was trying to do something about it.'

Fourteen-year-old Gabriella Pierre seems to be the only person at her school not completely enamoured by the supernaturally beautiful Cyrus Hinds, the new boy in their year. A simple touch of hands reveals to her an insidious visage and dark designs now intent on destroying her life.

'What better way for a demon to mess with a teenage girl than to 'fall in love' with her?'

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The new boy was a demon. She knew that it was hard to believe. Her friends didn't even believe her when she tried to tell them! They laughed, thinking she had a crush on the thing and was trying to deny it! The new boy–thing–creature, calling itself Cyrus was a demon straight from hell, who came to corrupt their school and she was the only one who was trying to do something about it.

He came to their school in the middle of the second term, an awkward time to transfer schools, especially secondary schools. He was placed in class 3-B as they had space from a couple of students who transferred out the years before. Gabriella was in class 3-D, so she didn't see or hear much about the new boy until lunchtime. She sat with her friends, Amaya, Kadiah and Marissa at their usual corner table in the cafeteria. Huffing softly, she listened as they gushed about him.

Amaya, being from 3-B, had all the gossip. Their usually quieter friend had a lot to say. With stars in her eyes and awe in her voice, she told them about the tall, handsome boy with deep brown skin and eyes like Brown Obsidian gems. His voice was warm and sweet like hot chocolate, his smile was as bright as diamonds and–

“He's the most beautiful boy I've ever seen!" she signed dreamily. Her wild curly hair flew around her, seeming to be taking part in her excitement and her glasses nearly fell off her face as she gestured wildly.

Gabriella huffed again.

"That's not saying much, Maya. Boys aren't that cute in the first place."

Marissa sighed in exasperation.

"Oh come on, girl. I know you have high standards when it comes to boys, but this one sounds like he would definitely surpass them!" She flicked her long plait over her shoulder, grinning mischievously.

Not this again. Gabriella rolled her eyes.

"I have zero standards for them because I expect them to always be up to no good!"

Her friends laughed good-naturedly.

"Whatever you say, Gabs," Kadiah chuckled. Her fingers were twirling one of her twists as she turned back to Amaya, who took that as her cue to continue singing praises about the new boy.

Suddenly, there was a commotion at the entrance. A small crowd was starting to form and voices were rising.

'Ahh,' she thought. 'The man of the hour is here.'

Sure enough, as the crowd parted like the red sea, the new boy came into view.

Oh wow. Gabriella felt her heart flutter a little in her chest. She frowned. It seemed Amaya wasn't exaggerating. He actually was that beautiful.

She thought he looked like one of those royal elves from the Young Adult novels the girls liked to swoon over. He was tall and trim with wide shoulders and a slim waist. The boring white shirt and purple trousers that was the boys’ uniform looked like designer wear on him. He had smooth skin with a few moles here and there and warm dark eyes. He smiled at the people around him, dazzling them with his pearly white teeth. His afro hair was cut into a fade with pentagram star designs on each side of his head. She was surprised he got away with that.

Everyone seemed to be eager to meet the new boy, practically throwing themselves in his face for him to notice them. Gabriella looked on in confusion, her face screwing up at the behaviour. What kind of circus show was this? Are they not embarrassed? These kinds of things only happened in the movies! She couldn't believe people were behaving this way. And over a boy! Sure, a very handsome boy, but still!

"Ahhhhh!" Amaya whisper-squealed. "He's coming this way!" She had latched on to Gabriella's arm squeezing and shaking her. Slapping her friend's hands away, she watched as the new boy made his way over to their table. Already a bit annoyed and not really in the mood to be nice, she spoke before the boy could open his mouth.

"What are you doing here?"

Her friends were aghast, trying to apologize to him and scold her at the same time. He waved them off, laughing softly. Her friends melted. Ugh.

"Amaya right?" he asked. Not waiting for an answer from the girl, he pulled out a sparkly pink pen from his trousers pocket, holding it out to her.

"Thanks for letting me borrow it."

Amaya took the pen reverently. Marissa and Kadiah gaze upon it as if it held the secrets to the universe. Amaya, still too shocked to say anything just nodded, still giggling.

Not missing a beat, the new boy carried on the one-sided conversation. "Are these your friends?"

That shook her back into existence. Amaya jerked, almost falling out of her chair.

"Yeah-Yes!" she almost yelled. "Th-these are my friends Marissa, Kadiah and Gabriella, who's normally really nice." She gave Gabriella an annoyed yet pleading look.

'Play nice and please don't embarrass us to death,' she seemed to say. "Everyone, this is Cyrus!"

Gabriella rolled her eyes but kept quiet. Cyrus smiled at the group and her friends visibly swooned. Honestly! She was starting to feel like she was in a teen drama!

"Nice to meet you all," he said. He held out his hand to shake. Kadiah, who was closest took it immediately, with both of hers.

"Yes, sooo nice to meet you!" she gushed.

Amaya and Marissa were more dignified, softly shaking his hand and giggling all the while. Gabriella stared at his hand for a few seconds. She looked up at him and scowled slightly when she saw that he was grinning down at her. He cocked an eyebrow in challenge. Fine then. She took his hand.

And that’s when things grew weird and terrifying.

Where their hands touched, smoke began to form and deep, nasty burns bloomed across his skin. The air filled with the stench of rotting flesh. Before she could pull back in horror, he did. He yanked his ruined hand back, cradling it to his chest. He hissed at her, his beautiful face contorting grotesquely. And not in the normal way your face goes ugly when you're angry. No, his face grew long and his mouth wide. His teeth went from perfect pearls to long, crooked, yellow daggers. His ears grew tall, long and pointed, like some kind of animal's and his eyes flashed bright and red, burning with a fire that could only be from hell.

Before she could scream, everything went back to normal.

Gabriella blinked, still frozen from the terror at what she saw. But Cyrus looked normal. Normal, pretty face and perfect smile. No pointy ears or red hellfire eyes. His hands were tucked into his pockets, but he wasn't behaving as if he had horrible third-degree burns. She slowly looked around at her friends, and at the other students in the cafeteria. No one was acting out of the ordinary. No one was acting as if Cyrus had just transformed into a monster. He wasn't acting as of he had just transformed into a monster.

Gabriella looked on as he made an excuse to leave, something about needing to head to the principal's office. Her friends cheerfully said their goodbyes. Amaya elbowed her not too gently.

"Fix your face," she hissed.

Gabriella felt the deep frown on her face. She smoothed out her expression but didn't bother to smile as her eyes met his. They were warm and brown and shining with interest. He didn't look upset but intrigued. He smiled at her, a slow, small smile that was meant to look shy.

"See you later, Gabriella?"

His eyes flashed red for just a millisecond. Her breath caught in her throat. She wanted to get up and scream at him, curse him out, maybe grab his face to see if it would burn just like his hand. But no. She would look crazy and get in trouble for attacking the new boy. So she smiled her fakest smile and said,

"See you later, Cyrus”.

Gabriella had some investigating to do.

i had a happy childhood and my parents love me and i’m not afraid to talk about it

Daily Doodles- Day 187- 19/10/24

I started watching Cells at Work because I'm currently going through a chronic illness flare-up caused by my immune system being too jumpy (I'm good though) and it had me thinking about all the immune system art that I want to make and all the research I want to do and I decided to draw a red blood cell OC!

Currently on episode 4! It's such a good anime!

The tag for this is #agdoodles

Daily Doodles- Day 75- 29/06/24

I drew myself! I've been on YouTube shorts, seeing other artists doing cute drawings of themselves, so here's mine!

I drew myself as I am in an outfit that I own.

The tag for this is #agdoodles

Fairy Tales are a necessity because they dare speak the truths that the world never wants to hear;

That adults are cruel to children.

That you will suffer injustice, but that doesn't give you the right to be unjust to others.

That there are negative consequences to indulging vices.

That upholding moral principles is always the better path, even in the face of hardship.

That you will die someday.

And that inspite of all the bad in the world, it is worth persevering and finding the love and joy that is out there.

Daily Doodles- Day 166- 29/09/24

A new character with no name! She lives in a world that functions off of magical stones that everyone except her can use. She hides the fact that the stones don't work for her, because as usual in a society, the odd ones will be shunned or even killed.

She eventually finds a small group with the same problem as her and they've claimed to have found information that leads to these magic stones being from a dark scorce.

those who can't use them can't be controlled by the darkness it seems.

That's all I got now. I was inspired by the many are called, few are chosen' line from the Bible.

The tag for this is #agdoodles

I realise now why I don't like reading first person POV fanfics.

Nobody ever writes them correctly. Instead of writing with the personality of the character, the character ends up sounding so detached from the events. It's like they're the faceless narrator recording the events and then jump in to interact when it's their turn to talk.

Just saw someone try to write Danny in the first person POV. The writing was fine, but the POV wasn't POVing.

Rick Riordan's Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief is an excellent example of a successful first person POV.

I remember reading the book for the first time at 13. I've never read a book with a first person POV until then and for a while I wrote a lot of my stories with that POV.

I suck at writing first person POV these days. Unfortunately knowing why I suck doesn't help me suck any less 🥲

I could see some of these in the Danny Phantom universe 👻

literally obsessed with the design of blobjects

Hand Sewn Three- Tiered Maxi Skirt- Part 1

Here | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Heyo! I'm back with a new sewing project and this one will (hopefully) be a garment that I plan to wear often.

I'm handsewing it, again because I don't really know how to handle a modern sewing machine and because I want the satisfaction that completing this will bring me.

It's also an easy project to start off with!

I'm making one of these!

A three-tiered maxi skirt!

I've been wanting one for a while and decided to get some fabric and make one.

I looked up some tutorials on YouTube, figured out the math

and drew my final pattern onto brown paper.

I have a waist band, which is the length of my hips. It was going to be a wide band at first, but I bought thinner elastic because I had a brain fart. You'll see in a few that I had to significantly shrink the width.

For tiers 1 and 2, I chopped the measurements in half and for tier 3 which is suuuupppper long, I had to quarter the measurement to fit it on the paper.

I had juuuuuusssst enough fabric to get all my pieces:

-1 piece for the waist band

-2 pieces for tier 1

-2 pieces for tier 2

-4 pieces for tier 3

I'm 5"1' and on the smaller side overall. I got three yards of fabric. I suggest you double that if you're taller and/or wider.

This is how thin my waist band will now be. The elastic is about 3/4 inch. I originally made this waist band to be about 2 inches and I had to cut off the seam allowance from that. I still have a generous amount left just in case I may need to widen it (hopefully not!)

I accidentally started sewing this like a left-hander, so when the thread is done, I'll start on the other side so I can finish this faster 😆