Commissions are open again!!

My commission info:
(Sorry, but I'm too busy/poor to do things for free... Though I will often take suggestions for Deddrie comics.)


Prices:

Pencil Sketch:
Bust- $20
Waist Up- $30
Full Body- $35
Add $15 for background
Add $10 for each additional character

Inked Lineart:
Bust- $25
Waist Up- $35
Full Body- $40
Add $20 for background
Add $15 for each additional character

Colored Digitally:
Bust- $35
Waist Up- $45
Full Body- $50
Add $25 for background
Add $20 for each additional character

Colored Traditionally:
Bust- $45
Waist Up- $55
Full Body- $60
Add $25 for background
Add $20 for each additional character

Props/Costumes are free!

Mixing and matching also works.  For example, a traditionally colored full body ($60) and a penciled in background ($15) is a total of $75

Shipping: If you want the original copy, please include an additional $4 (along with your address) for anywhere in the US. Ask me about international shipping.
Otherwise, each commission is sent by e-mail as a high quality jpg.  If you want something else, tell me.



Rules:

* I'm reserving the right to say no sometimes.  This only applies to really rude people.  I'll draw pretty much anything.  If I don't know how, I'll find a reference. 
I can do original characters or fanart.  When drawing original characters, I like LOTS of reference!  Send me the most detailed descriptions you have or better yet, pictures of the character.
Again, while extra characters/animals and backgrounds are more, any props are free and considered part of the costume.

*  I accept paypal through Deddrie@gmail.com.  It's the easiest way to go about things.  Try to make sure you are sending it in $, and include your name or the commission title, so I can keep track of who is who.
I'll only accept payment in advance.  Sorry about that, but the fact is that I know I'm good for a commission.  I don't know if I'll ever receive payment.  This has happened many times.

* Please send me a note/email with a detailed description of the commission you want, and give me as many references as possible.  I want this to be exactly what you want.  Plain and simple.
I would appreciate payment and requests within 3 days.

* I usually send a sketch for validation, in case you'd like to change some little things before finishing it.  When I have your GO, then I ink/color/whatever you had asked for.

* I'm reserving the right to print and sell some commissions I've drawn, and the right to include sketches of commissions into my sketchbooks for sale.  Thank you for understanding.   Don't worry, I'll credit you.  Especially if it's of a personal OC of yours.  I can even link your website, if you have one.


I'm going to take five commissions to start.  Comment/note/email me (Deddrie@gmail.com) to reserve a spot.

Fun Facts!

Here, I shall post a list of facts about me so that we can get caught up again.  They are the answers to various questions that have been asked of me over the years by random Deddrie fans and such.  Anything specifically asked to Deddrie will be answered in comic form when I stop being really lazy and swamped with other things.  Woo.

• I now live across the country from where I used to live.
• I hate worms.  I don't know why.  Irrational phobia turned to utter disgust?  
• I have three tattoos.  They are all on my back.  No, I won't post pictures here.
• I have had around ten surgeries, all on my head.  This is because a couple were done twice.  Even the cosmetic ones were more to help the inside.  For example, my front teeth are implants.  As such, my idea of what I look like is a bit skewed.  I do not see imperfections where there is nothing wrong, but I do see what my actual skeletal structure looks like.  As odd as it sounds, I am self conscious of my skin, my hair line, and my bones.
• In a perfect world, I would draw comics all day.  Someone else would ink and color them... and do the lettering.  I would write out the scripts and draw them in pencil.  That's it.  To be some kind of journalist or get a story published would also be nice.  Either way, neither of those are "Psychologist" by any means.  Still, that is what I am going to school for.  Hopefully I will help someone help him or herself at some point.
• Back in the day, I was allergic to pretty much everything food related.  These days, it's really just tree nuts and chick peas.  Occasionally soy gives me issues.  As such, I have gained weight and this is a good thing.
• My favorite candy flavors are grape and strawberry.
• I have many favorite animals.  Shark, T-Rex, bats... especially those little fruit bats...  So cute!  Uh... Llamas.  Fuckin' love llamas and sheep.  I can't even explain.  Any kind of fat rodent also pleases me.  ...And fluffy cats.  I like fat things.  I don't know.
• Deddrie is a comic strip type thing.  Donna Pierce is a comic book type thing that has no color or background yet.  Issue one is "done" besides that.  ...We'll see where that goes.  I have to write where it's going.  The pacing is... odd.  I had another idea at one point called "Duck U" about some cartoon ducks in college.  It was stupid.
• As for stories, the ones I care about are the Gekman/Jedi series (there's like five or eight or something now...), Rise and Descent, Ugly Fish, Stitches, Cream, Beyond Skin, and Another Brick in the Wall. 
• I have an older sister who lives with a few diagnosed mental illnesses.  She is almost eight years older than I am.  There was no middle child.
• Worst physical habit?  I slouch.  Also, I scratch myself when freaked out.  I have a million bad mental habits though.  Too many to list off, really.
• My favorite authors...  Robert Louis Stevenson, Hunter S. Thompson, Phillip K. Dick, Lewis Carroll, Glen Duncan, Neil Gaiman, Roald Dahl...  Too many to name.  
• I won't even try to name off my favorite comic book writers.  ...Some characters though would be Dogwitch, Madman, The Creeper, Lenore, Evil Ernie, The Crow, Johnny the Homicidal Maniac, Alucard, The Mask... and all the girls from Azumanga Diaoh.  There are so many others... but that'll do for now.
• Favorite movie, honestly, is Beetlejuice.  I don't know why.  I really don't.  I think it's the stripes. 
• I'm oddly obsessed with wide black and white stripes.  I find them sexy, I guess?

I'm all out of questions to answer.  SO!  If anyone reading this thinks of one, I'll go ahead and give you an answer.  ...In fact, it will probably be way more information than you wanted.  YAY!

Moving.

My need to set up and feel at home in this room is a bit silly, as I will only be here for two months. 
I keep going through old crap to decide what I would really be upset to leave behind. 

As is, I am sleeping on someone else's bed.  However, I've been fairly content these days, if a little lonely, which, quite frankly, I feel is deserved. 
A prospect that may turn out to be nothing still seems much preferred to a sure fire thing that was making me unhappy.  I tried being what I deem "normal" and I didn't like it.  It didn't fit.  I need to be in something that is normal for me, rather than the society which has shunned so much of what I am.

I started reading old messages about how I have to stay here for so much longer and how I 'can't possibly' pick up and move, no matter how much I'd like to.  That all seems silly now.  I've been consistently unhappy and feeling out of place for a very long time.  It was less so in MA.  I think that's why, though my time at Montserrat ended rather poorly, I miss it so much.  If it's NY causing this disjointed feeling, it is better to just move. 

Ever since I got past the idea of uncertainty and the thought of possibly taking a risk for once in my life, I've felt better.  There is a sense of relief where once there was fear.  A sense of hope seems new to me. 

I don't really expect everything to work out perfectly.  There have been some people who feel the need to warn me, as though I haven't thought of every possible worst case scenario already.  I am a negative person by habit at this point.  There is absolutely no viable reason to explain how stupid I'm being or how I'm going to fail one way or another.  These are people who clearly do not understand how my life has gone thus far.

I already lost everything once.  I lost it and pretended that it didn't matter.  I lost it and tried to replace it with something everyone else deemed more meaningful.  I've still felt empty.  It just does not make sense to continue living my life for everyone else.  It isn't your life.  It's MY life and I will live with any "consequences". 

What?  I might wind up homeless?  I've been there.
I may not be able to find a job, and go days without food?  I've done that.
I may not be able to follow my dream, and may instead be forced into something I don't care about?  ...Really?  If one more person even says this to me, I may actually snap and kill whoever says it.  What do you think put me back in Albany to begin with?  Does anyone really think I wanted to live the life I'm in?  Somehow, "friends" notice that I am unhappy and just chalk it up my being an angry person.  Believe it or not, I can be quite serene. 

I'm ready for a change.  Even a bad choice.  Anything.  A bad choice is still a CHOICE and that is something I have not had in a very long time.  Even if my arm falls apart.  Even if I wind up in so much pain that I pray for death.  I don't care.  It will be worth it, because at least then, I can say I tried.  At least then, I will be able to say that I did not die after having just given in forever and giving up everything I am. 

I would rather live one more day as my true self, than 80 more years as this strange canvas upon which someone else has already painted. 

The last time I took off my mask for a bit, I found that very few people preferred my real face. 
I have been told over and over again that I always look unhappy when I am not, and then only one or two people notice when I am actually upset.  My mask just does not line up with what I'm feeling most of the time.  It's as simple as that... and I'm tired of it.

About My Parents

Some may wonder how I wound up this way.  It was a combination of many things, I assure you, but I'm sure a hefty hunk of it comes from the fact that I was not only born from my parents, but raised by them.

They sing together and everything.  Honestly, watching them together over the years gave me higher expectations than any Disney movie. 



The following are a couple of tales from my parents.  Little bits from the way my mom tells it and little bits from my father's version smooshed together, makes for a conglomerate of awesome that probably doesn't really resemble what actually happened at all.

There’s an old picture of their chorus…  Everyone was supposed to be wearing black pants (black skirt for girls), a white shirt, and a black tie.  You can pick out my parents rather quickly, as my dad is wearing a paisley tie, a shirt that’s something other than white, and blue jeans.  My mother?  Her skirt is just a liiiiittle too short and she’s got a big honking Minnie Mouse bow on her damn head.

While my father was quick buddies with the entire wrestling team in high school (just in case), his real love was the theater.  He and my mother were in musicals together.  Yep.  High school.  Yep.  Disney or what?

Around this time, he looked over to see my mom.  She was surrounded by her friends (mostly gay men) and he decided to give it a shot.  She said no.  In fact, the story goes that when he said “Want to go on a date?” she laughed right in his goddamn face.



My father taught me the art of determination.



He’d ask her, she’d say no… Eventually he said “It’s okay.  You’re gonna marry me one day” and she LAUGHED forever.  (Can you tell which parts my mother told me?)



One day, she had left a book at school   Being the adorable obsessive stalker my father was, he trudged through the snow for who knows how far to give her the book.  My grandmother said, “You should go out with the boy”, and so she finally agreed to a date. 

 My mother had a few other prospects at the time, and my father was not necessarily top of the list, but he had set about to change that.  

A few dates and some songs later, she was hooked.

They were, again, in shows together.  He sometimes had to play her father… which is awkward… but they would pass notes to each other down the chorus line.  As his name started with G and hers with S, you can imagine how many other people probably read a lot of shit they did not want to know.



When college happened, they were spending less and less time together.  My mother decided that, maybe, they should break up due to that.  My father decided “I know how to fix this!” and asked her to marry him. 

 She said she’d think about it.



Well, she didn’t want to give him an answer over the phone, so she went on an adventure to see him in person!

She reports that she ran out of bus fare along the way…
 Which lead to hopping on a friend’s motorcycle.



Yeah.

The problem was, my father was sitting there expecting a call.  More than that, he was pretty much assuming that the love of his life was going to say no.  As such, he had a friend over to comfort him when he got the bad news.  This was made complicated by the fact that his “friend” was a hot red head named Ester.


My mother was unamused, standing in the doorway.  She took the ring off of her finger.  My father says, to this day, he can still feel where the ring bounced off his cheek.

Ester drove my mother home.  “You know, we really weren’t… I mean… He’s not even my type… Umm… Awwwwkwwwwaaaarrd…”

Some time past.
My mother, being a woman, wouldn’t answer his calls.  Her friends would answer and say she was busy.



My father was not having that shit.

He sat in the lobby of her building holding a small Donald Duck.  My mother, being completely obsessed by all things Disney, sighed and let him speak.



“His friend is outside” said my father.


She opened the door, and sitting before her was a three foot tall Mickey Mouse, with ring in hand.

They were married in Autumn. 

…That sounds pretty, I know.  The problem was, it was the 70’s.  My father was not the style guru he is today and my mom was… My mom.  Her favorite color is orange.  My dad being color blind probably didn’t help the situation.  Otherwise, he can be quite the savvy fashionista.  

My father wore a crushed brown velvet suit.  He had facial hair at the time and he was not a light man.  My father… Looked like a bear.  A dirty-hippie, song singing… bear.

 So, yeah.  That's the kind of love story that any relationship I ever have will need to live up to.  Fuuuuuuuu.

Here are some others as they have been told to me over the years.
My father vs driving (as told by my grandmother):
She says that one day, when my father was a budding teenager, he came back from practicing his driving.  He had the steering wheel in his hand.

My father vs the newspaper and the microwave:
It had been raining.  Normally, when it rains, the newspaper is put into a little newspaper condom to keep it dry.  This rain must have been unexpected, however, as the paper was damp.
My father decided that the fastest way to dry the newspaper would be to put it into the microwave.
He was smart about it though, and very proud of himself at the time.  He would stop it every so often to make sure that it was drying, but not on fire.  He'd check it, then put it back in.
Content that it was done, he tucked the paper under his arm and walked up the stairs to the bedroom, pleased in the knowledge that my mother would soon come after with his "personal tea".
As my mother tells it, as soon as my father opened up the paper, the inner part hit oxygen and burst into flames.

She, without much expression on her face (as if to say "Yep, saw that coming...), tossed the iced tea onto my father, putting out the flames.  She says she then turned around, without a word, and went down to get him another cup of tea.
I'd like to think that she checked to make sure he was okay... or something?
I wish I could say that this was an isolated episode, but there was also a "paper towel vs toaster oven" incident that was quite similar. 
...This is also the same man who dropped the same fishing knife into the same toe twice, about a year apart.  However, he is a very intelligent man, despite these moments.  Really, it just makes him all the more interesting.

Parties

We had another party.  ...People who don't know me in person will look at this blog and think I'm a drunk.

Some of my buddies decided to make "Skittles Vodka".  I tried one.  Took me three sips to get the shot down.  It was like...  cold medicine.

To give you an idea of what went down, here are some pictures:

Fun fact: This was a fifties themed party.

I'm not joking.  We had music, my parents played Jenga with us, two girls wound up tied up, clothing eventually came off (my parents were gone by that point)... Chaos.  BUT it was a fifties party.

We had hula hoops.

Also, my boyfriend was wearing his roller skates ...in the house ...while drunk.

Old posts...

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Stuff and Nonsense

So, first off...  My buddy and I have been working on a novella for a while.  Hopefully it'll be done and up to download for the kindle soon.  It'll be part one of three, but each part holds it's own story.


Also, I now have a formspring thing because people ask me lots of Deddrie questions and I'm too stupid to figure out how to make a frequently asked questions page for the site.  Eventually, the site will have all of these things.  Really.  I swear.
There's the formspring link down there.  Hopefully this works.  I don't know.

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