Edited these--I'm keeping the prices the same. I'm still taking commissions, but with college apps I'm putting the actual drawing of them on hold. I'll start working on them again on January 1st at the latest!! Don't worry, you who already ordered commissions from me--you're the first on the to-do list.
I can do any type of animal, whether real or fantastical, but no people please! I'm so terrible at humans. Both art and literature prices will be listed here!
Art
Sketch
5
I don't have an example to show you guys because I don't actually upload my sketches XD. I thought I'd put the price up just in case.
Derp Cookie
5
I started doing these for friends. They're basically exactly what the name describes--a derpy character with a derpy cookie. Give me a ref for the character and tell me what type of cookie you want!
Lineart
7
I also don't have examples because I don't upload my linearts. Sorry!
Flat or Flat Color Pose
10
You can have either of these two styles, but the one with multiple poses will probably not look as good as just a single Flat. I won't charge extra for complicated markings or anything. They'll be in poses like the one shown there--you get up to three poses for one purchase (you can choose which poses if you wish, of course!) and each extra costs an additional 2 points. It doesn't matter if they're all the same character or different characters, the price remains the same--just specify who you want them of!
Depth
20
These are the ones that are linearted, colored, and shaded, but with a transparent or simple background. The only ones I can put up are in my old style--I promise they're better than this, but here are some examples (With backgrounds, mostly, because I'll always add a background even if it's just like black with bloody pawprints or whatever XD)
Full
40
They're whatever the customer wants with backgrounds and shading.
Mood
50
This is the art that I spend a LOT of time on, usually a few days at the least. They have dramatic lighting or poses, lots of motion, etc, perhaps not the full background effect of the Full drawings. But Mood drawings will have far more detail, and something about them will have a lot of effort put in. They're the ones that I feel REALLY proud of when I finish.
Each extra character is another 10
for each type of drawing, unless it's otherwise specified!
LiteratureIf you have a specific character, I'd recommend you giving me their ref and a character outline, or at least a description. If not, then I can't be held accountable for not staying "true" to your character, and I'd love to stay as true as possible to the characters you entrust me with!Poetry
10
SwingingUnder the motherly gaze of the moon
in an old abandoned children's park,
the man swings. He is young
but not a child, slightly too old
to occupy the playground
but not old enough that
his presence would be a threat
in the daylight.
He swings peacefully,
his toes skimming the ground
to make twin furrows
in the wood chips.
His eyes gaze at the shimmer
of the moon,
head tilted up so its glow
illuminates his face.
This is his escape
from the anger at home
four blocks away,
from the drinking
and betrayal.
This is his healing,
where he recaptures the innocence
he lost so soon after birth
and where his mind gives him peace
from his tormentors.
He has always found his answers
in this place,
and it has not failed him this time.
Pushed by the light navy breeze,
he swings from the rope
tied to the monkey bars
and to his still, swollen throat.
This is his escape.
5:173:30
A perfectly respectable time.
Not like 5:17.
No one waits for 5:17.
It's absurd;
the time should not exist at all.
On-the-hour,
half-hour,
even ten-minute increments:
Those are perfectly respectable times
(unlike 5:17).
Those times are when the body
attached to mine
finds pleasure
(or fright)
(or excitement)
when it looks at me on its wrist.
It doesn't have a use for 5:17.
It despises 5:17
because that is when it either
accuses me of moving too fast
or of moving too slow.
Ridiculous
I
say.
I am perfectly dependable
(so long as it remembers to change me
once in autumn
once in spring).
Perhaps I will try, just once:
to switch my time to one more welcomed
when it looks at my face.
It will stop this...
this
tasteless
affair
With my obese, old-fashioned cousin
on the opposite wall,
and realize
I am worth the effort
of raising its wrist.
Third WheelI'm not in love with you or her
but what a mess we've made!
Because I love her and I love you,
just not in the same way.
You love her and she loves you;
I pray it will not last.
Though you promised me we'd still be close,
you're moving far too fast.
It's strange to hear out of your mouth
Unique things that she's said,
Or when all of our inside jokes
Become your jokes instead.
My two best friends a couple--ugh!
I shouldn't feel betrayed.
I introduced you, after all;
Oh what a mess we've made!
Hiding in the SkyWill you cry when I am gone?
I’ll have no tears to weep.
Will that ocean water track your face
To wake me from my sleep?
I’ll never feel the cold, my love,
I’ll never feel the heat.
But you deserve a rest, my dear,
Why don’t you take a seat?
I’m hiding in the sky, that’s all;
I peek between the stars.
That tapestry of midnight can
Still speak to our guitars.
Remember me in lyrics, love,
Remember me in song.
Remember me in harmonies,
And do not weep too long.
I don't know exactly how literature commissions work, but basically I'll want "Write a poem about ___" and I'll write a poem about it. If you want to tell me something more specific, like what pentameter you want it in, the rhyme scheme, the character, etc. you can include that as well!
Scene
20
A Kind of ApologyMy Dearest Ed,
It regrets me to inform you that I can no longer You bastard! How dare you Do you even know how many times I’ve I don’t know if you’re going to come home tonight, but when you finally show up at the door, I suppose this is what you will find. I’d like to imagine you standing on our your doorstep and reading this in the cold, the look on your face when you realize that I’m gone. But no doubt you’ll find the key eventually. You’ll probably throw this away and forget about me as quickly as possible. You’ve always been like that.
Really they were stupid, the things we said last night. It was unintelligent argument, to say the least—some of the accusations we threw were vastly off-topic and had no bearing other than to recharge our anger. I actually quite like your eyebrows and, as you are a working man, it was unfair of me to call you lazy. I can’t speak for you, but I do hope that your prediction
Dissatisfied with Silence "How is it?"
He keeps trying to make conversation, like we actually have anything to talk about. I don't look into his chocolate-caramel eyes, but instead keep my neutral expression fixed on my fork. I've only been picking at my food--a lavished slab of steak and mashed potatoes. The basil is wet and dark green. It sticks to the fork as I tilt it this way and that; just minuscule motions as I watch the light of the fancy chandeliers that the metal throws back at me. I cannot see my face within the silver, nor can I see his. The pretty reflections seem to come from an entirely different world, taking the low light of the restaurant and giving it life. Motion.
How ironic.
"It's fine," I reply, having long since lost any expression in my voice. He sits back as if offended, and I automatically flinch at the shadow which crosses his face. I don't like that shadow. I've learned to fear it, just as I've learned to fear him, and I know when it's there even when I only
These are the short, 3-page max exercises that I write which are usually very descriptive but depict only one scene or conflict. When asking for one of these, give me a little bit of context, some characters, whatever you like. The amount of free reign you want me to have is up to you.
Short Story
40
The Invisible ManOf all the places to meet the invisible man, I happened upon him where the lights of neon signs flush day and night from human existence, and where the symphony of crime and car horns melds into the gray-brown mix of city life. The epicenter of western culture, Times Square bombards its spectators with a thousand sensations at once; those who wander its streets don't wander at all, but in fact are dragged from one dazzling display to the next, as a stubborn horse might drag its unwilling rider. The mob threatened to sweep me through the streets and claim yet another poor, misguided fool, coerced by the foreign jungle of urbanity.
I had never before visited a city of this magnitude. My eyes pulled in a thousand directions to take in the entirety of my surroundings. Slogans, advertisements, and famous faces beamed down at me from what I could only assume was the sky of the city. I could barely see the actual expanse of the night, something that I didn't real
Left UnsaidThe asteroid was hurtling straight for Greasy Bob's Midnight Flapjack Shack. Thirty minutes from now, it would be nothing more than the center of a crater that would take out half the world.
Not that anyone would miss it. "Greasy Bob" dipped everything that he cooked in pure bubbling grease before serving it to the general public. Think McDonalds without the addictive taste and good advertisement. I'm pretty sure lawsuits have been filed.
But of course, the place was empty now. The lights were out, but the doors hung open, half-off their hinges, as if something inside had already exploded. Napkins and empty plastic cups were scattered everywhere. It was pretty easy to imagine that the red stains on the walls and the pavement were puddles of blood, but really it was just ketchup. It was incredible how two hours could turn someplace into a total apocalypse zone.
Slightly bemused by the fact that every
The Thief
Silence.
Silence was all that existed in the night.
Pure silence.
It was wonderful.
So thought the boy as he rounded the corner, the black of midnight becoming the cloak that he wore as he scampered down the streets, bent almost double, head down, darting this way and that to avoid being seen by the staring windows of the houses around him. A year ago, he would have tripped on this cobblestone path on his night's foraging… Stella would silently laugh before helping him back up. But since Stella was gone now, he had to be quick-witted enough to survive on his own.
And now, the night was his path, the moonlight his eyes as he shot quick as an arrow from a bowstring towards the grandest house, standing clustered to shabbier, duller houses, which only added to its luster. He'd been here many times, and he knew how to get in and out quickly, getting only what he needed. He stared up at it for just a moment; being the h
Note that the second two are pretty old, and I'm a better writer now than I was then. Exactly how it sounds. These will be full-length short stories, longer than the Scene stories, and will have full conflict and character development. If you want me to make it even longer, into chapters (5 chapters max) each additional chapter will be an additional 10
. Again you can restrict me as much as giving me plot or chapter outlines, or give me free reign.
