I'm rusty again, I'll draw something for your novel

[miuthecat]

It's hard to translate text to drawing, but I'll try

I like to draw epic and emotional scenes.

[EncryptedWriting]

I dont want anything just want to say that last time your art and creativeness were lovely. Good luck this time around!

[Leyelle]

Well sure, if you want to give it a shot:

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“I’ll make you a sandwich,” I say quickly, and head into the kitchen.

Kattar wheels himself into the dining room as I pull out the peanut butter and jelly. The ‘help’ has kept his pantries well stocked, though it’s questionable how much cooking he’s been able to manage from the weird angle he’s trapped at, in his chair.

I figure I’ll do the dishes too, since the cleaners won’t be back until tomorrow.

I hand him the plate and I start to turn back toward the kitchen, but hear him laugh-

“What? You didn’t trim the crusts off! The service at this place is terrible!”

I decide to ignore him, rolling my eyes and heading back to the kitchen, but with a “Hey-” he reaches out and tries to snag me by the sash, which comes undone, and slides unceremoniously to the floor.

I turn beet-red, crouching quickly to retrieve the sash from the carpet, avoiding his face as his gaze burns into the top of my head.

“Getting into the Christmas spirit?” He laughs as I retie the sash aggressively, burning with embarrassment and frustration simultaneously.

“What on earth are you talking about?”

“You look like a Christmas present all tied up with a bow,” he jokes, smiling up to his eyes, glowing with enjoyment. I turn redder still.

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and for reference, since it isn't mentioned here, this is what the characters look like (she was wearing a pink wrap dress, but this was just a reference sheet I made)

[yaziroburrows]

Ooh, that sounds lovely!
Here's one of my favorite scenes (thats public at least). There's something about Cyran being so kind and gentle with Tritetia without quite caring about her yet.

“It’s okay, Tritetia. You saved my ma today.” I decided, making sure to smile when she looked up at me. I needed to reassure her before she pulled away. “If we had left she would have died, like you said. We just have to keep changing it until you don’t see her die anymore.”
Tritetia remained silent as she looked up at me, and I couldn’t help but feel a little awkward as she continued to stare, her teal eyes searching mine for something—reassurance, maybe, or proof that I wouldn’t give up on this. I wasn’t sure what she saw in me at that moment, but after a few tense seconds, she nodded slowly, her grip on the sheet loosening just a little.
“I think… someone else is affecting your mother’s future, not just you,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “Someone who knows what you are and wants you to transform.”
I clenched my jaw, but forced myself to remain quiet. At the moment, no one but Tritetia knew what I was, but that would change as I got older. Once my horns appeared, it would be impossible to pretend I wasn’t a Draconid and it would only be a matter of time before the Marquess and his son learned. Turning me against the Imperial family after being adopted by them would be the kind of petty scheme the father and son would engage in.
Killing them would be easier.
I closed my eyes, forcing my breathing to steady. That had been my first mistake in my past life. I had let my rage dictate my actions, had thrown myself into destruction without thinking. If I wanted to do things differently this time, I couldn’t make the same mistake again. I needed to be patient. I needed to be smart.
“We’ll figure it out,” I whispered, taking a deep breath as I felt Tritetia nod next to me. I felt as she leaned her head on my shoulder, but I didn’t try to push away. Once she was warm enough to get back to her room without catching a cold we could sneak back inside, and I could start considering how to deal with the Blackwoods.

[miuthecat]

[c6139057]

Interesting! If you are still open try this:

In the midst of this bustle, two men - a duke with a look of annoyance and a secretary with a look of excitement - were carefully observing the people around them.

"This is ridiculous," Theo grumbled, crossing his arms. "We've been wandering around for two hours and still haven't found a woman. I don't think your plan is going to work."

"Your Grace, the perfect candidate can't be some ordinary woman," Evans replied, scanning the crowd with his gaze. "Surely if we look carefully we can find the one who will make your parents shudder at the mere thought of marriage. Someone who's completely... mismatched!"

"And how exactly are we going to pick her out?" Theo sighed.

"Oh, it's easy," Evans said, smiling. "She'll be the one who gets the most attention for the most... wrong reasons."

Then, all of a sudden, a crash of broken wood and a loud voice interrupted their conversation.

"I told you to go away, you bloody beggar!"

"I'm not a beggar, you bastard!"

Theo and Evans turned to the source of the chaos, seeing a young woman and a merchant standing in front of a stall shouting.

"Bastard? Did you just call me a bastard?"

"You called me a beggar first!"

Many people had already gathered around them as if they were some kind of play or attraction and were muttering as the young woman and the merchant continued to argue. Theo was looking at the whole situation with disapproval while Evans glowed with excitement as he turned his gaze to the duke.

"I think we found her!"

[miuthecat]

it would help if you give me the character descriptions

[fearthedeer724]

Dominic Grulock, a stout blonde boy with freckles, grunted in fear as his broom wobbled violently.

“CENTER YOURSELF, BOY!” Donaby shouted.

Dominic’s broom suddenly flipped, leaving him dangling upside down. The class gasped as he clung desperately to the broom, sweat dripping from his palms.

“Professor! Do something!” a girl screamed as Dominic slipped from his broom, now plummeting headfirst toward the ground.

Donaby raised his wand, his expression extremely focused. “VOXILUS!”

Dominic froze mid-air, inches from the ground, before being gently set upright on his still floating broom.

“CENTER YOURSELF, BOY!” Donaby barked. “I’M HERE TO TEACH YOU, NOT TO HOLD YOUR HAND!”

The boy sniffled, tears streaming down his face.

Donaby clapped his hands. “NOW! LET’S PRACTICE MOVEMENT! FLY THROUGH THE SHAPES ON THE POLES!”

The students hesitated but obeyed. Some navigated the course with ease; others struggled but persevered.

Then there was Dominic.

Instead of flying forward, his broom shot backward. He zoomed past his classmates, narrowly missing them as they ducked out of the way.

“DOMINIC GRULOCK!” Donaby bellowed, his face redder than his hair. “CALM DOWN AND STEADY YOURSELF!”

Dominic’s broom then veered out of the arena, heading toward the northern horizon.

“DAMN IT!” Donaby cursed, flying after him.

The students halted, exchanging worried glances.

Donaby has spiked red hair and a hummingbird that flies closely around him named Volt. He's constantly yelling due to an accident that left him mostly deaf. Also, there are six metal poles with large rings for the students to practice flying through in an open arena on a grassy hill that's filled with white sand for a soft landing. I hope that's good enough

[c6139057]

These are the protagonists, Duke and the girl who was fighting in the market

For Evans the secretary, black hair, height a little shorter than the male protagonist.

[Leyelle]

XD, the sash unraveled so dramatically. it's like a comic book action sequence. this is a lot of fun. thanks.

May I share this on my Instagram and credit/tag you?

[miuthecat]

You can, but it's not finished yet
This one is even less finished.

At least you can see how chaotic my construction process is

[Leyelle]

Oh lol. I thought you were doing rough sketches. I look forward to seeing the finished version then.

oh and i forgot to mention, the chair mentioned in the excerpt is a wheelchair.

[miuthecat]

Yes, I give a preview of the scene, my goal with this is to practice the finalization process.

[Leyelle]

makes sense. sounds like a good way to practice