leyllethecreator

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Opening for Commissions!

I'm opening to commissions!

But, I'm also establishing a few ground rules from the get-go.

I'm open to negotiating price, but I've encountered a LOT of scammers. If you message me asking for a commission, I need a full description of your character/references images in your initial message.

I don't do pet portraits (nothing against animals, I'm just not good at drawing them.)

If you say you want a picture drawn in my style, please specify which of my reference images you are referring to.

Now for some price range info:

Cute Simple Drawings (like the purple haired girl): 5-10 dollars (USD)

Complex drawings (like any of the of the others) 15-30 dollars (USD)

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Working on my web comic

I love drawing these two and I hate ever ever finishing drawing of these two TT.

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Modern-day mermaids anyone?

If switching harbor homes five times has taught me nothing else, it’s taught me that bathrooms are always the best place to hide, for an hour or so at least. If you want to avoid a conversation. If you want to let yourself pretend for five or ten minutes that you’re not being taken away again. I could tune out the voices and know Judith would never tell my harbor givers to ask me to hurry, assuming I was rehydrating instead of doing the exact opposite.

It can get impossible to find peace - hard to find quiet - but that’s why you learn every way to snag it - even for seconds at a time, in the most distasteful of places...

It seems dichotomous, the things I’ve learned to crave. Silence when there is none. Human conversation when there is none beyond meals brought. Doors locked and unlocked. Passing shadows and whiffs of perfume in eternally empty hallways. 

I would cry when they were staring at me. 

I would cry when I slept through the unlocking of my room and went a day without seeing anyone at all.

But today, anyway, the escape isn’t just a false front. Ignoring Therese.

It’s killing two birds with one stone, I suppose, though at this point I’m never not multitasking.

There’s rarely enough time in a day to sit around doing nothing but looking over your shoulder. 

We used to plan escapes for every possible outcome while looking like we were doing something as monotonous as house chores. Weeding a flower garden. Judith would teach me every new rule and updated protocol while I filled out yellowed coloring pages.

My skin is so dry it almost seems dusty.

Then again, it might actually be dusty. It hasn’t rained since I moved in with the Georges, but stress always leaves me running hotter, anyway, and I dry out like a grape under the light of a car windshield.

I smell…burnt.

Grammy used to tell me that I needed to learn to stay cool in the face of danger, but I don’t think she meant it this literally…

Or maybe she did.

I feel like my skin is choking.

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I've been away for a while but - Action fantasy anyone?

Just as I’m waving goodbye to Mandy, I see the ‘blind’ man with his seeing-eye dog out of the corner of my eye.

Heaven above.

Not today. It’s too soon.

I don’t turn my head, don’t even lower the hand I still have raised, but I can see that the man’s hand is raised as well, like he’s giving the doberman a command, as I’m wrapped in the scent of chlorine bleach and sweaty fur. The dog stares rigidly in my direction, its posture attentive.

Keep your breathing steady. Your pace steady. Your thoughts…

Right. As if all those hours of mental exercises and mind games don’t fly out the window every time. I’m just glad my panic doesn’t bleed through my cheeks since it seems I’ll never learn to resist the increasing speed of my heartbeat or the pressure making its way into my face as a dull, terrified throb.

Should I go back over to Mandy and ask her mom if they could drive me to the George’s? 

Too late, they’ve already closed the car doors - this close to pulling away. And it would probably be easy enough for him to trace the car anyway. The last thing we need is the Ling’s being dragged into this.

Alright then, we do this the secret agent-y way.

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K-kiss? Kiss??? Hurry up and kiss!!!

“Can we try those chocolates now?” He asks abruptly, pushing his hair back, “I haven’t had anything but cafeteria food in ages and I’m dying for something that doesn’t taste like boxed pudding and gelatine.”

I hurry to get the box out of my bag and undo the ribbon. Something, maybe a slight movement, maybe a change in his breathing makes me hesitate for a second. I don’t look up, but I become aware that he’s watching me, feel his dark eyes tracing my motions as I remove the velveteen lid with some effort.

At the edge of my peripheral, I can see his expression - too, intent - I try to pretend I don’t, making a show of selecting a bonbon with two fingers, unreasonably embarrassed. My face flashes red and white like a siren.

I’ve taken one bite when Kattar scares me half to death - saying suddenly - “Wait! Is that the goober nougat?! I want that one!”

“I already took a bite out of it,” I stammer, somewhere between annoyed and disconcerted.

“Don’t care.”

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Scene Prompts with your OCs

Your characters are on a picnic? What are they doing?

If Kattar and Alicia were on a picnic together?

First, Kattar would overthink packing for a picnic. He's analyzing how good the food will taste once it gets colder or warmer respectively (reaching room temp) what should be packed in a cooler and whether that will make the sandwiches soggy, and then spending ages figuring out how they can avoid that/condensation ruining any of the food. When they arrive, he's worried about ants, and things like flies and birds contaminating the food. He packed fly covers for the food. Also bug spray. But once he was absolutely sure that things were as they should be (while Alicia rolled her eyes and fussed good-naturedly for him to stop being so dramatic and just enjoy the picnic) he'd enjoy the picnic too. He loves plants, so the picnic would have to be in a garden of some kind, especially when it was spring and there were flowers blooming.

Alicia would just be happy to be there enjoying the weather and time with Kat. She for sure is not used to eating while sitting on the floor and is going to have some trouble grabbing things across the picnic blanket but never asks him to just pass her the food for some reason. Also she's going to spill something, probably multiple things. She'll lose half her portion of salad (wholly accidentally I'm sure) choke on lemonade and probably spill that on her shirt, which she will then have to change for the outer layer of Kat's outfit (because he definitely layered a linen shirt over a tee-shirt.) He does not want to give her his shirt because she will probably stain that too but eventually gives in.

Essence is overheating during the picnic. Sweat is literally going to start rolling down her neck and sides, soaking into her sundress, and the feeling of her hair against her now sweaty face and neck will just make it more unpleasant. Also her legs will probably lose feeling after being crossed too long because they would extend clear across the blanket and kick Dominic if she tried to stretch them out.

Dominic is enjoying himself more than he should, finding Essence's inability to take the heat kind of cute actually. He's the kind of person to totally wear black jeans in the middle of the summer. He'll end up trying to help her cool off by pressing a frosty water bottle to her face and neck, and this will actually help, no matter how uncomfortable it will be to Essence for him to be that close.

Also for sure they're eating something like fried chicken and biscuits. Not because of Essence. Dominic loves cooking soul food.

Also I want to be at their picnic lol. I'm hungry already.

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Random Questions with Your OCs

Question #2: How often are you supposed to shower and change your clothes?

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Leia: Like once a day. When you get home from school you shower and put on clean clothes. If you go anywhere else after that or get nasty you should shower again before putting on your pajamas, definitely.

Riley: I shower like three times a day. Once in the morning before school, once after my workouts and again right before I go to bed.

Alicia: Like two or three times a w- (sees Kattar glowering at her) day? okay nobody in their right mind showers three times in one day. And if you don't get sweaty it's just a waste of resources to change your clothes too often.

Kattar: I will tolerate you wearing the same pair of jeans for two, MAYBE even three days in a row if I have to. But showers should be twice DAILY. Bed linen should be changed every two days. The house should be vacuumed and bathrooms should be cleaned every two days, minimum.

Alicia: nobody asked about the linen…

Kattar: laundry should be washed three times a week. And yes, you're supposed to fold things before you put them in the hamper.

Dominic: I shower twice a day, once before work, and once when I get home from work and change into my lounge wear. I don't tend to go back out in the evenings most nights of the week, but on nights I have book club or go out with friends, I'll change into something nicer than what I wear to work at the store, so when I come home, I usually don't shower a third time, but I do wash my feet. I'll often rewear the same work clothes twice in a row, and then new clothes. Since I only go out for leisure once or twice a week, I usually don't rewear those clothes, no matter how comparatively clean they were when I took them off because I don't like putting back on clothes I've had laying around for more than two days.

Essence: I shower twice a day. In the morning before work and again before bed. I change my clothes everyday, but I usually only wear one outfit a day. Working as an editor doesn't dirty my clothes, so there's no need.

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Random Questions with Authors

Who is your most attractive character?

This could be in one series, or out of all of your series. But not by personality. You're not allowed to judge by their "wonderful personalities." So if you have an absolute hottie who is an absolutely horrible person, you still have to rank them lol.

RN, I think my most attractive character is Mrs. Moon. I really don't know how she somehow managed to be the absolute sexiest character in the whole story, but she is, and no one can fight me on this. I mean it's a romance novel and she's not even one of the leads (though I'm sure we can blame her for why everyone worships Kattar for his beauty as well.)

I think it's just because I (as the writer lol) have gotten to see her through more ages, and she's somehow managed to be unreasonably beautiful and glamorous for 40+ years. (I mean, from like 16 to present.) From her twenties upward she's been a bombshell that everyone fell head over heels for. But not even judging it by the opinions of the other people in her world (since her son has also been cooed over for his beauty since he was an infant to present) she's just really crazy beautiful. Yes, even in comparison to my characters from other stories. Somehow she's just that powerful. It's crazy. It's a shame she's so...herself.

Now if I was separating it by series, Mrs. Moon I think is the most attractive character in "Damsel in the Red Dress," but it's so much harder to pick for "Rigamarole." Riley would be very attractive if he was eating enough, but as he's not, I suppose I can only judge him by where he actually stands in the series, which I personally find pretty frightening. I suppose Kevin is the winner, because he's basically a model. Just copy paste the guy from "Call Me Maybe" then make his hair a little darker and you basically have him. I want to give Leia an honorable mention though, because she just really is very pretty in my personal opinion, but not quite as glaring as Kevin.

The most attractive character in "A Dozen Morning Glories" might be a three-way-tie between Dominic and his sisters, but it's so hard to judge because all the characters have very different aesthetics from each other. Honey has a blonde, tan, beach bunny vibe, while Cocoa is tiny, pretty and sweet, and Dominic is a hunk lol.

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Random Questions with your OCs

Question # 1: Is hot cocoa (hot chocolate) a dessert?

Leia: Of course not, you have to be able to chew a dessert.

Riley: It's got enough calories to be a dessert.

Leia: Yeah, but dessert is like a meal that gives you no nutrients. Water isn't suddenly a meal just because it's good for you. So hot cocoa isn't dessert just because it's high in fat and sugar. (Riley just shrugs)

Alicia: Definitely not. It's like tea and stuff. I mean, it's kind of a treat, so it shouldn't be an every day food, but I don't think it's satisfying enough to count as a dessert. Desserts should require forks or spoons. So hot cocoa isn't a dessert just like donuts and cookies and scones aren't real desserts.

Kattar: Alicia those totally are desserts. Personally, I think hot cocoa is a dessert. But don't care for sweet foods in general most of the time.

Alica: (shakes her head rolling her eyes) Goodness you're mental.

Kattar: (diplomatically) A dessert is anything extra you eat that you don't have to.

Alicia: By that logic cayenne pepper is a dessert!

Essence: No, it's not a dessert. It's just a sweet drink like tea or non-black coffee.

Dominic: I think it's kind of a dessert. I used to love hot chocolate. Like I was obsessed with it as a kid. I'd fill it up with chocolate shavings, whipped cream, marshmallows. If I had another dessert along side it I'd be diabetic right now.

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Two Truths & A Lie (tag game)

Thanks, @winglesswriter for the tag.

Rule : make a 24 hour poll containing two truths and a lie about an OC

taggs @shockingly-green-chicken @leahnardo-da-veggie @ramitola @cowboybrunch @rynswritingames @wylloblr @leahpardo-pa-potato @leyllethecreator @rivenantiqnerd and you!

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Alright now for Riley and Leia inverted:

Leia: soft spoken, sweet, cuddly, cutesy, "Girly," thin, absentminded, self-centered, cold hearted, arrogant, honest, untrustworthy

Riley: confident, friendly, talkative, patient, honest, untrustworthy

I know it seems oxymoronic for them to be dishonest and trustworthy, but that's a big part of the story

Inverted Character Tag?

YAHAHA THIS WILL BE FUN!

Thanks @leahnardo-da-veggie

Rules: Invert your character's personality and post the result. IE Law abiding becomes chaotic, sincere becomes jaded.

1. Gum : A stubborn evil teacher who no one likes, her younger brother Minu has to work hard to take care of her.

2. Minu : Smart boyo, with love and care sorrounding him. He never had a gf.

3. Nicholas : A not-so-handsome man who is good at letting go, but not so smart as to be a scientist.

4. Kirana : A respondsible young girl that never wants to run away. Cold-headed, but unable to achieve her dreams.

(I won't do Ara because her character is still a secreeeeet nyehehehehehe)

Tags!! @shockingly-green-chicken @winglesswriter @rynswritingames @ramwritblr @wylloblr @leyllethecreator @lexywrite @rivenantiqnerd @cowboybrunch (again, 'cause why not?)

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So inverted:

Kattar: Messy, not fashionable, lazy, chaotic/turbulent, brazen, impulsive, cuddly, talkative, forgiving

Alicia: Organized, methodical, tall, thin, not creative, cold, stoic, extroverted.

Inverted Character Tag?

YAHAHA THIS WILL BE FUN!

Thanks @leahnardo-da-veggie

Rules: Invert your character's personality and post the result. IE Law abiding becomes chaotic, sincere becomes jaded.

1. Gum : A stubborn evil teacher who no one likes, her younger brother Minu has to work hard to take care of her.

2. Minu : Smart boyo, with love and care sorrounding him. He never had a gf.

3. Nicholas : A not-so-handsome man who is good at letting go, but not so smart as to be a scientist.

4. Kirana : A respondsible young girl that never wants to run away. Cold-headed, but unable to achieve her dreams.

(I won't do Ara because her character is still a secreeeeet nyehehehehehe)

Tags!! @shockingly-green-chicken @winglesswriter @rynswritingames @ramwritblr @wylloblr @leyllethecreator @lexywrite @rivenantiqnerd @cowboybrunch (again, 'cause why not?)

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Well, Alicia and Kattar ("Damsel in the Red Dress") are out of school now, so I'll just say what they carry in their bags now (because yes, Kattar carries a "satchel" you could call it a purse and it wouldn't really bug him.)

Kattar:

Keys

medication

Hand cream

sunscreen

a comb and hairbrush

lip balm

his cellphone

wallet

sunglasses

pens

hand sanitizer

Probably way more stuff but I'll leave it there lol.

Alicia would carry:

wallet

keys

phone

That's basically it. If she thinks about it lip balm. She always forgets to carry makeup or a compact mirror with him, as well as the feminine products she should probably have for emergency.

OC Bag Game!

Thank you @leahnardo-da-veggie for the tag! There's a lot of unique game lately, haha!

Rules: Name five things your OC would have in a backpack or any bag at school.

Hmmm, let's use Go Min U. Just in case you wander, Does he go to college for study or just date around.

Inside his laptop bag (he's not using a common bag like others, he use his big laptop bag) :

1. Financial calculator

2. Management or marketing textbook

3. Laptop with business management software

4. Planner or agenda to organize business schedules

5. Binder

6. Economics or accounting textbook

7. Flash drive or external hard drive to store important data

8. ID Card, Wallet, Wired earphones

Can you guess what major he's study?

Tagging @wylloblr @lexywrite @leyllethecreator @cowboybrunch @rivenantiqnerd @ramwritblr @rynswritingames @shockingly-green-chicken and you!

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White Hot Sugar

“Can we try those chocolates now?” He asks abruptly, pushing his hair back, “I haven’t had anything but cafeteria food in ages and I’m dying for something that doesn’t taste like boxed pudding and gelatine.”

I hurry to get the box out of my bag and undo the ribbon. Something, maybe a slight movement, maybe a change in his breathing makes me hesitate for a second. I don’t look up, but I become aware that he’s watching me, feel his dark eyes tracing my motions as I remove the velveteen lid with some effort.

At the edge of my peripheral, I can see his expression - too, intent - I try to pretend I don’t, making a show of selecting a bonbon with two fingers, unreasonably embarrassed. My face flashes red and white like a siren.

I’ve taken one bite when Kattar scares me half to death - saying suddenly - “Wait! Is that the goober nougat?! I want that one!”

“I already took a bite out of it,” I stammer, somewhere between annoyed and disconcerted.

“Don’t care.”

I surrender the half-eaten bonbon but feel the need to add, as a last, exasperated complaint “It’s just a glorified peanut butter cup.”

Kattar smiles impishly, self-satisfied, a brilliant flush blooming in his cheeks as he pops the bonbon into his mouth, watching my face the whole time.

I shake my head and select another, rolling it over at my fingertips. I lock eyes with him. That same expression. I try to meet his gaze - ask nonchalantly, jokingly:

“Am I allowed to eat this one?

He smiles his roguish grin, and any attempt at maintaining my heart rate evaporates.

His eyes flash, taunting me,

“We’ll see.”

(Read "Damsel in the Red Dress" on Tapas)

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Rigamarole

I know he’s not interested in talking, but turning the radio on would still feel like telling him to shut up.

I could think of a thousand things to say if left to my own devices - but my body has felt like one big system error for the last five years. 

I have a thousand things I want to say and I don’t feel like saying any of them, staring at the back of his curly head as he studies his scrawny arm resting on the windowsill, with something like stubborn pride that unsettles me.

“How do you calculate the length of the hypotenuse?” I blurt brusquely, like it’s a dare.

“I don’t need you to quiz me, Lady Licorice,” He doesn’t turn his gaze from his arm, rolling down his sleeve until it hides his bloodless hands.

Check out Rigamarole on my Patreon:

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Share your novel with the last two lines of the first chapter

Let's try a fun new way of sharing your stories. Tag me if you try this because i'd love to see what you write!

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Then I think we hit the railing. 

That’s what the medics told me.

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Rigamarole: Section 3: Confluence

I know he’s not interested in talking, but turning the radio on would still feel like telling him to shut up.

I could think of a thousand things to say if left to my own devices - but my body has felt like one big system error for the last five years. 

I have a thousand things I want to say and I don’t feel like saying any of them, staring at the back of his curly head as he studies his scrawny arm resting on the windowsill, with something like stubborn pride that unsettles me.

“How do you calculate the length of the hypotenuse?” I blurt brusquely, like it’s a dare.

“I don’t need you to quiz me, Lady Licorice,” He doesn’t turn his gaze from his arm, rolling down his sleeve until it hides his bloodless hands.

“Excuse me for trying to keep you out of summer school,” I sniff with more than genuine vehemence. “Remind me who got a ‘D’ on their last test?”

“I didn’t study for that one. I studied for this one,” he says in an exasperated monotone, crossing his arms over his chest - leaning forward against the seat belt like he’s a ragdoll just barely being kept upright.

I purse my lips at that, but he can’t see me, my eyebrows furrowing into a migraine. I try to push it back with one hand, keeping the other on the steering wheel.

I shouldn’t have left without my coffee this morning…

“So what’s this ‘plan?’”

“Don’t want to go into it.”

I can barely feel my numb fingers resting on the faux leather wheel cover - watching the red light grow from a speck and bleed into color. I shift - reminding myself of the feeling of cotton on my skin. Weight. That I can feel my hair on my neck. If I stop to think about it.

“I thought we said we were going to tell each other what was going on?”

He looks over at me slowly as I stare at him, my jaw set, and his eyes dare me back.

“Is Kevin still texting you?”

“Not enough to be jealous of.”

I manage to keep my uncomfortable heartbeat from showing - but I feel cold on the outside - wondering if the only reason my heart isn’t pounding against my ribs is because it’s shrinking.

Riley glares at me rancorously.

“What did he say?”

Shifting uncomfortably against my seat belt as the car pauses at the street corner, I wriggle my phone from my jean’s pocket and toss it onto his lap with as much un-phase-ed-ness as I can muster, and turn the radio up to a murmur to drown out this feeling under my skin.

“An albino- a mosquito-!”

Riley scrolls back and forth between the two most recent texts as I glance over his shoulder.

That’s what you said last year, Kevin.

Sorry, Lei. I know. I’ve been dying to come see you again but I’ve got no time. My mom’s been on my back about grades all year like a drill sergeant because of graduation. But maybe this summer if she doesn’t make me go with her to visit her family again.

Riley looks at me in abject indignation. I just shrug a little.

“Don’t tell me you’re buying this.”

“I’m not buying anything,” I say a little too shortly, defensively. “I just let him talk. If he comes he comes. If he doesn't, who cares?

Riley looks like there’s something else he wants to say to that, but he just puts the phone on the dashboard to sunbathe in the little light eking its way through the foggy morning haze and lifts his ghost-like hand to his mouth to check his sour breath.

A thousand thoughts spiral in my brain. Shake themselves up and rearrange into new phrases - nonsense and blabber - like a bag of scrabble pieces - but-

“You smell like barf.”

-Is what comes out.

He just scowls at me, but I scowl back, bitterly.

“After all this time, you still haven’t learned how to cover your tracks?”