Because Everybody Is Suddenly Fixing Their Mouths To Try (try, Because They Won't Succeed) To Defame

Daily Doodles- Day 174- 07/10/24

A 19-year-old Artimax on her wedding day.

I want to give her whimsical rococo vibes, you know, that washed-out pastel candy look that has everyone looking grey and ill, but pretty.

Her headpiece is vaguely ocean-themed with a coral-like structure and pearls.

I also want to do weird makeup. those splotches across her cheeks, nose and chin are going to be brightly coloured.

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So I saw this post about the victims of gaiman and it was..... not very well thought out ngl.

It was basically one of those 'lets not jump to conclusions' type posts and OP listed some known facts and 'facts' about what was up at the time.

Their reblogs were a mess. People weren't happy at all with what they had to say. I think they made another post with more correct info, but that didn't help, because the 'lets not jump to conclusions' vibe was still there.

I think OP was leftist and sorry, not sorry, the American left (online at least) is very immature and hypocritical. This backfires on you in cases like this, because if it were anyone else being accused, most of you would have jumped to crucifying them.

People have been frustrated with the way you've been tiptoeing around gaiman, especially with what he admitted to doing. Even if it's proven that rape wasn't committed, he still slept with young women young enough to be his daughters. That's gross! What business does an old man have sniffing around brand new young adults?

I know you all looked up to him and admired his work, but coming online and making 'lets not jump to conclusions' type posts is not the way to deal with these revelations!

I made an earlier post that said something along the lines of 'waiting patiently to see more posts about this situation' but I take it back if the posts you're making are taking the focus off the victims and potentially excusing horrendous crimes.

One thing OP said that I agree with is that y'all should get off the internet and touch some grass. And probably put down your Good Omens and Coraline for a bit.

And probably delete any iffy posts you made about this situation before it comes back to haunt you in the future.

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Just in case this attracts the wrong people: I don't argue on the internet. I'm not a debate- type person and I don't enjoy the act of going back and forth with people that don't want to hear you. If you want to argue, do it with the wall.

Wanted to start a daily painting challenge, but I don't have the books I want yet. Started a daily doodle challenge instead.

Here's Day 1- 16/04/24

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If someone who believes in God with all their heart and soul can pray and it destroys whatever you, a witch has tried to put on them, I wanna know why you haven't fallen to your knees in fear and awe of the Living God yet.

Because He's very real and very powerful and you as a puppet of the devil (because all that 'magic' isn't from you btw) stand no chance.

You have to do all sorts of spells and rituals and wait for certain days and collect certain things.

All they have to do is maintain their relationship with The Most High and pray.

Who's really winning?

Daily Doodles- Day 129- 26/08/24

She has a doodle stripe in her hair!

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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?

Patiently waiting for the neil gaiman tag to be flooded with the current happenings, specifically the top posts section.

I saw a post from July 9th, so apparently this has been a thing for most of this month.

It's not good that I had to find out through a random video on YouTube.

Take your time, but don't delay.

happy Thursday the 20th

Daily Doodles- Day 132- 27/08/24

Another Sammy drawing! She was a very fashionable character in the '12-year-old throwing together random things that they like' kind of way.

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Daily Doodles- Day 112- 05/08/24

Did two doodles yesterday! Again, my OCs Tamika and Chelsea from my yet-to-be-written story 'Reluctant Jamette'.

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