#pls.

i will remember with absolute clarity, when the thought strikes me that i have a text to send someone, that this is the fourth time in three days i've attempted to send this specific text

I haven't used the hatching brush yet, but I did find a nice lil pencil brush and pen brush and started noodling around with a quick lil' Áine sketch just to see how much my brain would scream and shit itself over having to learn a new interface and toolset. Amazingly, it went pretty ok! I didn't hate it!!

so I'm gonna try a do a more srs black and white illustration with a peculiar clergyman, and see how that treats me.

he’s definitely a flirtatious frat boy who sits in the back of your brit lit 202 class, popping his gum and scrolling on instagram rather than paying attention. he does it so often that his grades suffer, going from a B+ student to a smooth C- after bombing the shit out of his midterm.

that’s where you come in; the pretty brown thing with bohemian braids down your back, assigned to tutor the near-failing student, lest he have to repeat the class.

he’s innocuous, really. unassuming, even. so when he invites you to his on campus apartment for a study date at five, you think nothing of it. its only now, at 6:30 pm on a dreary february evening that you realize that you should’ve been more guarded.

see, the sweet college boy you’re used to seems to become a different person when the sun goes down.

instead of the usual lofi study playlist you’re used to, he has living room flow by jhene aiko playing. instead of sitting across from you at the dinner table, like usual, he’s sitting right next to you on the couch, his thumb absentmindedly rubbing along the skin of your thigh as you talk.