Peppermint-

It is a chilly autumn day, and you push open the door of the tiny teashop. It is hazy and much too warm inside, and everything is tinted a rosy pink, from the pink shades on the old-looking lamps that sit on most of the surfaces. You step up to the counter, looking at the menu. "Can I have a peppermint tea?" you ask the person in front of you. Then you turn, to see the person better. It is a young-ish girl, looking far too young to be working in a teashop. You shrug mentally. The girl smiles at you, then turns around. When she looks back at you, there is a steaming mug of tea in her hand. "Here you go," she hands it to you. The haze in the room begins to fade when she opens a window and a thin chill creeps in. You notice her long, thick brown hair that hangs past her shoulders in two braids, tied by red ribbons. Her big brown eyes are warm and welcoming, soft and gentle, like deep pools. Her shirt is striped red and white, and the sleeves are rolled up to reveal her fair, slightly freckled skin. She is also wearing black leggings on her long, slim legs. She smiles at you again as you sit down at a table and sip your tea. "Enjoy!" she exclaims. Then, she turns back around, striding quickly into a back room that you didn't see before. A large wisp of leftover haze swoops back in front of the door, and she is concealed from your sight. When the haze finally dissipates, both the girl and the door are gone. You've never tasted such good peppermint tea. 

I'd love one!

Name: Sterling

Pronouns: She/they

Personality: Introverted, clever, creative, passionate.

Appearence: Olive skin, long midnight blue hair, grey eyes.  Wearing a white tunic with blue patterns at the hem, pale green leggings, golden earrings and bracelets, and black boots.

Could you do one of a character in a book I'm writing?

Name: Lizardo

Appearance: he's a lizard (but he stands upright like a human) with a wizard hat and cloak, holding a magical staff,  he's green, with bright green eyes. Hat is very tall. 

Personality: wise, rarely serious but can be if needed, likes to mess around, can do basically anything with his magic but doesn't use it for everything

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Thanks so much if you do this! :D 

my CAPTCHA says ufuxd. What's ufu? Why's it funny? 

Firelily-

You are dreaming. You're not sure how you can tell, but you can. You are standing in a field of bright red flowers-hibiscus, amaryllis, anemones, tulips, carnations. The sky is as blue as it is possible for it to be, cloudless and clear. You are drawn to the center of the field, where a red-orange, fire-like flower grows, large and wide. A fire lily. You kneel down, and notice that its petals are closed, though the sun is directly overhead. You frown, then stad up, step backward, and gasp as the world grows larger. Or-maybe it's just the lily that's growing. It reaches a very extreme width, and a height tall enough that you have to crane your neck to see the top. The petals slowly open, in a way that makes you expect to hear them creaking like a very old door. Then, a girl jumps out of the lily, staying in the air for just a bit too long, landing just a bit too softly on the flower-carpeted ground. Her blonde hair hangs down her back in a braid that fades to brown at the end, and her smiling, deep blue eyes are flecked with sea-green and framed by glasses. Her grey shirt somehow seems to glow with an only-just-invisible light, and it is tucked into a pair of dark jeans. A small yellow bird with gray wings and tail flits around her head, chirping enthusiastically. Fron her hair, and in the creases in her slightly wavery braid, sprout dozens of fire-red and orange flowers, turning their faces toward the sun. She holds out her hand, and a flower winds its way through her fingers. She carefully plucks the beautiful fire lily, tucking it into your hand as the dream-world spins, and you sit up in your bed. You look down at your hand, and the red-orange fire lily seems almost to look back up at you.

Okay, a little random, but maybe you could give me a written picturing of my AE Lulu's bedroom? It's very artsy, with random projects and a lot of pastel colors, and many big windows. The rest is up to you!

Sterling (I'm going to use she/her pronouns because I don't know how to write with she/they; if you feel like telling me how to use she/they pronouns I can rewrite it)- 

You are lying on the grassy hillside, straing up at the glimmering stars in the ebony-black-with-a-hint-of-midnight-blue sky above. Orion, Cassiopeia, Callisto - so many constellations, twirling in an impossible dance. You jump a bit as a few stars disappear from sight, then relax again. It's nothing. It has to be. Then, a few more stars blink out. You sit up this time, staring intently at the spot where the stars used to be. Suddenly, a tall, slim girl jumps out of the sky, like a star herself, and you notice that her midnight-blue hair is what was blocking out the stars. It swoops, swirls, and spirals behind her as if it has a life of its own. Her eyes glint a fierce, warrior-grey, and her snow-white tunic's hem is swirled with metallic blue Her pale sea-green leggings frame strong legs. Golden bracelets hang from her olive-skinned wrists and similar earrings dangle from her ears. Tall black leather boots flatten the grass around her. She looks at you with a piercing, unwavering gaze, then smiles warmly. There is a flash of silver-blue light, and the girl is gone, but her name is written out in the stars - Sterling.

Lizardo-

The lizard is tall, you notice. he's standing on its back legs, like a human, and he looks quite humanoid, despite having the head, feet and tail of a lizard. His skin is green, almost like olive green, but a bit more vibrant. His eyes are so bright that they almost glow; green as the foreest in springtime, green as the newborn buds. He is wearing a long, black wizard's cloak, and a black hat so tall it almost scrapes the ceiling. In his hand is a gnarled, knotted oak staff, and at the end of the staff is a glowing blue orb, as blue as a cloudless sky, or the sea under aforementioned sky. His tail protrudes under his cloak, and it moves slowly from side to side in a slightly mischevious gesture that indicates happiness. He smiles at you, his wide mouth opening in a toothy grin, squinting from the wideness of his smile. Just from what you see of him, you can tell he is a good person - lizard.

Oh! I love mine! I love the idea and it's beutifully written! If you would like to make another you can but if not, you don't have too. But you are very good so if you do, DO!

I would love a written picturing!

Name: The Sage Wolf (CBer)

Pronouns: She/her

Basic personality: Introverted, mostly a loner, but needs one or two close friends. 

Appearance: Light to medium skin, light brown eyes; slightly wavy, just-past-shoulder length dark brown hair; flowy and long short sleeved dress in a light sage color, gray wolf ears and tail

Thank you!! 

Sage Wolf-

The fire in front of you crackles, and you can hear the chirping of crickets in the dark woods. You lean back on your tent, sighing with comfort. Then comes the noise. It is spine-chillingly cold and loud. You sit up straight, your eyes searching the shadows desperately, fruitlessly. There it is again - a howl. Then another, and another - a whole pack of wolves. You wouldn't have come on this camping trip if you'd known there would be wolves in the forest. The sound seems to be growing louder, as if it is coming closer... And closer... And now you can hear the padding of many paws on leaf-litter. You shiver, and prepare to throw more wood on your fire, when someone - or something - steps out of the forest. You realize, with a start, that it's a girl. A young-ish girl, by the looks of it. Her sun-and-wood-worn skin is slightly tanned and freckled, and her hazel eyes slant down just a bit. Her chestnut-brown hair comes just past her shoulders, looking messy and a bit tangled. Her arms are bare, and she wears a long, flowing, sage-green dress on her slim, but strong, frame. Then you notice something that makes you jump up, and almost stumble backward. Ice-gray wolf ears protrude from her hair, disrupting its flow like a rock in a river. A shaggy, wagging tail pokes out of the back of her dress. She holds out her hand, though it's not for you; several wolves emerge, silently, from the shadows - one night-black, one yellow-brown like tawny sunshine. Another one is nearly the color of the girl's ears and tail; the last one is a deep, warm, chocolatey brown. Each wolf looks up at the girl, who nods, smiles at you, then leads her pack back into the woods, leaving you staring, astonished, after her.