Really Devastating To Realize That My Belief That “there Are Some Things You Can Never To Do To Another

Daily Doodles- Day 62- 17/06/24

I liked colouring the last coloured pencil girl, so I made another one! They both have cool blue hair! 🔵💙🔷

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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.

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Daily Doodles- Day 94- 18/07/24

I was thinking of Bridgerton fashion. I haven't nor do I plan to watch it (not my cup of tea) but I love the fashion of the era the show is set in.

This is just a random girl in a vaguely Bridgerton-esque dress.

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Daily Doodles- Day 41- 28/05/24

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This past Saturday, my mum, sister and I went on a trip to the turtle beach!

In Trinidad, the Beautiful Leatherback Turtle come ashore to lay her eggs. We went to the Grand Riviere beach and saw about 10 of these glorious beasts!

We even got to see a couple of tiny little babies! We held them for a bit and the tour guide put them near the shore so they could make their way to the waters by themselves (that journey across the sand is important for them to do)

I eventually want to make a full painting of a turtle, but in the meantime, here's a little doodle.

Daily Doodles- Day 8- 23/04/24

Didn't know what to draw, so I whipped out a pretty girl with crazy hair. Going back to my roots!

The way some of the swirls in her hair connect remind me of the mess that AI tries to pass off as art 😆 Mine is actual art!

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Radfems are sometimes right but their eternal victimhood narrative for women annoys me to death

Daily Doodles- Day 99- 23/07/24

I've been wanting to share this channel for a long while and I've finally gotten the courage to 😮‍💨🙏

The Master's Voice Prophecy Blog

I was watching one of her videos and what she said inspired this doodle. Prophets are alive and (sort of) well in the 21st century.

A reminder of this ends up on the wrong side of Tumblr: I don't 'debate' or argue on the internet! If you try me, you will be arguing with the wall, because I won't be here for you to 'debate' with.

God bless you, because we all really need some blessings in these times.

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Some girls from my sketchbook that I liked!

I inked them with a red ballpoint. The first 2 are the same girl in different styles. Her name is Antoinette. Of course, she has a whole story. She's one of those Ocs you create for those times when you're bored and the only way to entertain yourself is with your thoughts

The other girl was drawn from the typical Pinterest ref, so her anatomy is a bit better.

Daily Doodles- Day 154- 19/09/24

People always talk about God's Forgiveness, but they never talk about his Judgement.

Remember, he always warns before he brings down said Judgement. And it's no where near as pretty as my little doodle for today.

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Scary boyfriend privilege? No. Scary sons privilege.

Bruce who can’t go anywhere without his newly adopted ward. He follows Bruce like a sunny shadow, grin always in place.

“Dick, can I hold your hand when we cross the street?”

Dick, very sweetly, “No.”

Bruce sighs, but accepts easily. Some guy scoffs at that and asks Bruce if he’ll let his kid just talk to him like that. His kid. His heart hurts in a very good way.

He’s about to say something, but Dick interrupts him, his teeth bared full, “Weren’t you on the news for hitting an old lady with your car?”

Bruce freezing. Dick goes back to his gameboy. They hold hands when they cross the street.

It’s both scary and comforting how little he changes when he’s an adult.

Jason, on the other hand.

Although he refuses to admit it, he does follow Bruce around, too, when his dad actually has to leave the manor. It’s when Alfred says he needs sun.

“You signed a contract, sir.”

Bruce sighing, “I signed it when I was 4. In black crayon. Those don’t count.”

Damian gasped, as if discovering a vile fact, sending an accusing glare Bruce’s way. “They don’t?”

Bruce needs an excuse to haul ass fast and that’s how Jason ends up chaperoning his socially awkward, disaster of a father in his quest to pick up food.

He’s a titanic presence next to Bruce, glaring off whoever stares a little too long or too appreciatively, strong arms crossed and his eyes hard and sharp.

Bruce gently taps his bicep and he hates the way he melts. “Do you want the chicken nuggets with or without apple slices?”

“Without.”

“Jay.”

“FINE.”

Give Jason his “he asked for No pickles” moment. It has to embarrass Bruce enough to jump in traffic, thought.

Damian has his own league and none of them can really compete with it. I think, during parent’s night, he drags Bruce off to proudly showcase his gallery of portraits.

Bruce is very moved when he realizes they’re almost all him.

There’s portraits of Dick, too, and Alfred, and a comically bad one of Tim. “Damian, they’re very beautiful. Thank you.”

“I painted them with the blood of your enemies.”

“…Thank you.”