this is the start to my procreate drawing career - not toooo bad as a first try. I really wanna create ocs and draw stuff from books/tv shows:)
(I normally do traditional art and I’m horrible at drawing ppl freehand - I’d usually trace tbh w u - and I’m more used to objects and buildings so if you’ve got any tips I’d be greatly appreciated!!)
i’ve learnt that mixed signals isn’t always a good sign, but you don’t exactly have signals, and they’re not exactly mixed.
i’ve known you for five years but this is the first time i saw you, the first time you stood out. i didn’t think i’d be the one on the receiving end, the one who is the crush. or maybe im deluded and you just want to be my friend. but i dunno, it’s different, and you’re shy. you’re not shy, you’ve got a personality, so what’s changed?
i lose hope when we don’t talk, too scared to initiate because you called it first. i don’t know where we lie and it’s only just begun. i wait, hoping that it wasn’t just a rush of a couple of days, but you continue the streak, ever so subtly and ever so carefully.
you’ve got me writing poems now, and we all know how this will go down. but i just can’t stop thinking about you.
I have just finished reading The Cruel Prince and I loved it. I went in, only to read for Cardan and Jude’s relationship, but after a while I was fully rooting for Jude to get her knighthood, and was immersed in the lore of faerie politics. Although reading to the end of the book, I am now definitely hyped to see their romance blossom, and definitely hyped to see the tension between the two and other characters.
It’s funny. Days, weeks, months have withered without speaking to him. We’re not on bad terms, we just, stopped.
The summer before - he rejected me. I was okay. Happy, in-fact; content. It didn’t stop us from becoming close friends. However we drifted, lost touch and that was okay, we’ve got exams so it’s reasonable. But then I moved on. The boy didn’t roam my thoughts at all. Until two nights ago.
This other guy, I knew from a club. We had the same passion - although not so similar interests. I was willing to explore that, since my expectations aren’t always simple and they aren’t always going to work out. So I tried. I liked it, for a while. But it all became weird all too fast. That was when I remembered him. The boy who’s like my other half, the boy who has their own section in my heart. I’m now realising it is love. Not the romantic kind, but the kind with respect, friendship, loyalty and pure joy. The realisation hit and I cried.
I talked to the boy about my situation, about how uncomfortable I was. He prioritised me, agreed immediately to help, chose me over his work.
Sometimes I overthink, about silly delusions that I know won’t come true. But there’s something there, some hope that he will realise and that it won’t be unrequited - whatever it is. I’ve missed him, and I think he’s missed me.
It just happens. It’s a feeling that others question - as do I - longing for an answer.
I simply don’t have one. It’s just the way it is.
I’m sorry but this emotion is not seeming to change. You’ve just got to accept and move on. Just like I did.
You can take the poem in any direction you feel is right, but the story about this one is a problem between me and my friend.
If you’ll allow me to explain:)
Okay, so me and this friend are very close - there are certain things I do not like between us like physical touch (hugging) so I’ve made sure to make that a boundary between us. However, other little things that she does to me bugs me - so I tell her. She accepts it for one day then moves on with her life the next, completely forgetting about my troubles and continuously saying how much she cares about me.
Now, this has been going on for months, and on top of that, I have begun to be left out and ignored in many conversations. When I am conversing with the group, she particularly points out ‘weird things’ about me, like calling me autistic (which I’m not) by certain actions and choices I do. Another thing she does is repeatedly say “I love you centi, but I’m not watching that” for the videos I send of my edits or me realising the plot of a movie etc (something that I’m passionate about, and would like to share). I know that sounds like a mad excuse but, it’s the fact that she watches the other people in my friend group’s videos and responds.
There is sooo much more I’d like to say but I’ve really got to revise 😪
Also just to be clear this whole drama thing is happening on and offline😭 (loads of ppl think it’s online and think it’s rlly dumb that it doesn’t rlly matter🥲)
Anywho, If you’d like to know more, send your discord in the comments and I’ll try to explain in more detail. I would be grateful if anyone could help me out in this situation😭😭
Something was different. A different look in his eyes. That normal, cold stare, turned into a sort of soft gaze. Heidi had been noticing this for about a week, unsure whether to ask him about it...
As usual, he was sitting at his desk, looking intently into the microscope. He never looks up, for no one, not even her. Well, that's what she thought.
As she walked into the room, he looked up. Heidi was confused; he never pays full attention to anyone whilst he's working yet, here he is, doing exactly that.
She couldn't quite read the expression on his face - that's not new - but as she said before; it was different.
His eyes softened, and he cleared his throat, as if he didn't mean to do it. She smiled to herself, amused by his flusters.
"Good afternoon, Heidi." his words were sweet, not like the usual annoyed tone he displayed. She hummed in response, and came to stand behind the young man.
"what're you researching?"
The man was startled but hardly showed it; he didn't expect her to make conversation - they hardly do. He cleared his throat, still looking into the eyepiece and fiddling with the stage; before responding tenderly: "I'm experimenting the time it takes for monkshood to dissolve under the influence of acid."
hello! This short story was made by @evercenti (me). I would love your opinions on this and i can't wait to create more!!
this story was inspired by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's character - Sherlock Holmes. It is also based off of the British TV show BBC SHERLOCK.
Heidi and the anonymous man is my own character, and I do not want this story, or them, stolen.
And just like that, the tears just stopped. The boy I’ve accepted rejection from was there, for me, in a time of need. My world turned brighter as I forgot everything in that millisecond.
It was sad. I was sad. Lonely, was the feeling.
It was the fact that he didn’t know what I was feeling in that moment. I realised my vulnerability towards the boy and snapped out of this daze. His text was so random, so unpredictable, so lovely. I liked that about him. I liked to think that about him. But unfortunately, not all us courtly lovers get their Juliet, especially in this tragic tale.
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