my 2025 recap of all the digital art I've done. I think I see improvement and I'm so happy to have learned from this amazing community, theres so much kindness and talent on this platform and in the communities I'm in. I've met so many people who have helped me see different avenues and do better in my own life. legit being here helped me survive this year and I could not be any more grateful. thank you. thank you from the bottom of my heart. those who follow me, who like my posts, my online friends here and on discord. your are my rocks and I love you all ( platonically )
They say it like it's a fact. Like gravity. Like if something did happen, it’d have to be crazy.
This town is small in a way that feels on purpose. Church signs on every corner, the same five last names on half the mailboxes, people who know what your mom wore to her wedding and for some reason keep bringing it up…. It's the kind of place you’d visit on a road trip and see a bunch of grandmas or southern moms, no in between. The kind of place where rumors travel faster than cars and never fully die.
Kris has lived here long enough to know how it works. Kris is very good at being overlooked. They sit in the same seat in every class, keep their head down, and answer questions only when called on. Teachers describe them as quiet. Classmates describe them as… something. No one ever agrees on what. Which works out.
Because when lockers jam or announcements mysteriously glitch or the fire alarm goes off right before a quiz, no one looks at Kris. They’re too polite. Too inconsequential. The weird kid everyone knows but isn't friends with. Kris doesn’t do it all the time. Just when they feel like it. Bored, in a mood you name it there's been a reason. And so far they haven't been caught.
There are people they don’t talk to anymore. Streets they avoid without really thinking about it. November Holm still smiles at them in the hallway like she’s hoping something will go back to how it was. Kris doesn’t let it.
“Hey,” she says waving. “Hey,” Kris mutters, already walking away.
Some things break and don’t get fixed. Some people leave and don’t come back.No one likes to talk about that part.
Then Sasha Stevens shows up.
She arrives loud. Taller than most of the teachers. Built like she knows how to throw a punch and enjoys it. Her truck sounds like it’s actively angry about being alive. She swears too much, laughs too loud, and doesn’t care when people stare. Especially not then.
She ends up in Kris’s English class, which feels like a joke. Sasha spends most of the period tapping her pencil, talking over the teacher, and staring at Kris like she’s trying to start something. She probably is.
Kris ignores her. At first, until….
“Stop pretending you don't notice me. Quiet kids like you piss me the fuck off,” Sasha blurts out. Huh, Kris didn't even realize she was standing right next to their desk. Sasha smirks and flicks Kris's forehead. “ What? Just gonna stay quiet, what are you? Scared?”. Kris rolls their eyes. “ I notice you. You're loud, dumb, and desperate. Good combo.”
“Keep talking that shit and ill shut that smart mouth for you.”
Sasha is suddenly right there, way too close. Her shoulder slams into Kris’s desk, knocking it back just enough to make the whole room jolt. “ oh, i can't wait,” Kris mocks, even though their pulse is already kicking. “Please. Go ahead. Show me your might.”
From the back class president basil snorts. “Oh, this is gonna be bad.”
Sasha swings. Fast. too fast to think about. Kris barely gets their arms up in time, the impact rattling straight through their elbows and into their teeth. Someone shouts. The teacher's voice cuts in, thin and useless. Kris doesn't stop. They duck, stumble, feel a hand grab their sweater and miss. Desks scrape. Papers hit the floor. The room blurs.
The fight spills into the hallway, kris bolting before it gets worse.
“GET BACK HERE, MOTHERFUCKER!!” Sasha yells. A locker dents with a metallic bang as Kris dodges past it, heart pounding, laughing a little because of course this is happening now. That's as far as it gets. The coach barrels out of the gym like a linebacker, grabbing Sasha by the arm and hauling her back. She twists in his grip, looking over her shoulder.
Kris and Sasha's eyes meet
“PRINCIPALS OFFICE. NOW!!” he barks. Kris watches her get dragged away, their eyes never parting till Sasha clears the corner. They make a mental note of oh you’re easy. Imma play every prank in the book and make you look stupid.
Sasah, still fighting the coach’s grip, can't get that smug look from Kris out of her head.
You won’t have a day of peace while I'm still here, you little shit.
Everyone in town keeps saying nothing ever happens here. They're wrong. They just haven’t been paying attention.
heres the rundown. EEEEE im so excited to actually get this started without those god awful designs (shivers ), yes I redesigned the cast.
nothing Ever happens here
This is a new ask blog for a story I’ve been quietly stewing in my brain for a while, and it’s finally time to get it out into this world lol.
The story takes place in the 2010s, in a very small, very church-centered town. The kind of place where everyone knows your parents, and your business. The kind of town you visit your grandparents in and feel like you've gone back in time.
The main character is Kris Da'costa. A short, prickly little gremlin of a teen who insists they’re fine while absolutely not being fine. This is a story about growing up feeling wrong, finding new interests, reconnecting with people you’ve drifted from, and realizing that some secrets don’t stay buried just because you want them to.
Enter Sasha Stevens, the new girl in town. Loud, rough around the edges, unapologetically herself. She doesn’t just cause ripples in this conservative community ,she crashes straight through it, and straight into Kris’s life.
There will be drama. There will be angst. There will be romance. ( I wont go to far on that last part, I'm not THAT kind of artist lol )
This blog will explore the characters’ lives, relationships, and bad decisions through asks, short scenes, and visuals.
Character designs for our two main idiots are below ⬇️ Ask away. Nothing ever happens here.
this town is boring. ask us things.
this is the link to the blog goo check it out, I'll be posting the prologue here in a bit, still finishing it up. then I'll be ready for asks!!!
This is probably a very stupid question, but are the marks on Sasha's arms... scars or just hair? It's a dumb thing to ask because it was one of the first things that caught my eye about her, but It was probably because I've gone through something similar, so I was wondering.
Author’s note:
The markings on Sasha’s arms were originally designed as body hair, but I also saw them this way and adjusted the design slightly before posting. It’s intentional that they can be read in more than one way.
Sometimes people recognize their own experiences in characters, even when that wasn’t the original intent. That doesn’t make those readings wrong.
If this topic hits close to home for you, please take care of yourself. You’re not alone.
The pickup truck rattles to a stop outside the sagging house and the stretch of dirt they call a ranch. Sasha hops out and slams the door harder than necessary. Good. Rebecca and her dad aren’t home yet. She’s got maybe an hour before the yelling starts.
She grabs a Pop-Tart from the kitchen, doesn’t bother with a plate, and heads straight for her room. Door shut. Lock turned. Habit.
She flops onto the bed, stares at the ceiling, then her phone buzzes.
Sasha goes still.
She swallows, pushes herself upright, and opens the app. The new audio feature stares back at her like a dare. She brings the phone up too close to her face, thumb hovering.
She starts recording. Stops. Clicks her tongue.
“Whatever,” she mutters, and starts over.
She talks fast at first, like ripping off a bandage.
