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You can find more details about commissions here.

Please contact me at: harpaaxart@gmail.com if you would like a commission, or if you have any questions!

Examples of my art can be found here!

Prices are in GBP

If you are unable to afford a commission, but would still like to support me - consider donating or simply reblog this post :D !!

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24hr commissions

oh also! ill be doing some 24hr turn around/ flash commissions later tonight (to be finished Tues evening)!

if anyone is interested feel free to send me a message/ email- sam.f.yates@outlook.com :) ill put up a proper post later on but ill only be taking 3-5 places i think and they’ll be first come first served.

£30 for a single character, £45 for a couple!

2 characters max, sfw or nsfw!

fanart, ocs, anthros, quads etc all fine!

please share/ signal boost 💕

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More art based on my mood.

This is my newest character.

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✨✨COMMISSIONS OPEN✨✨ TO COMMISSION AND MORE INFO HERE: 

 🌸http://goo.gl/nSHzR6🌸

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Commissions are OPEN!

HOWDY YALL i am …. poor as hell so im opening commissions for as long as i can!!!

You can find them all here ; -OPEN COMMISSIONS-

If you don’t have Deviantart but want a commission feel free to DM me! Or if you can’t commission, please reblog to spread the word! Every reblog helps. <3 Thank you guys!

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commission etiquette

a lot of people have been commissioning my friends lately and…i havent seen the best manners when they were doing so. i think it was from a lack of knowledge rather than from an intentional rudeness, so im here to list some things to keep in mind when youre gonna commission someone. 

give them info. do not be vague about it. if you send someone a few sentences, theyre just going to be confused about what you want. if its an OC, have ref pics. PLEASE be descriptive. being vague isnt really giving the artist “more freedom”, its just confusing them. we like for you to be very descriptive and specific to ensure you get what you had in mind. dont be afraid to ask. 

if an artist says they wont draw something, dont ask them to do it anyway. youre not special. oftentimes they have “i wont draw” because theyre not very good with those things, or it just goes against their personal beliefs on what is right. 

dont tell people you drew the commission. thats just shitty. i dont care if you paid for it.

TIP THE ARTIST. dear god, tip them. how much? 20-35%. a few cents will make them think youre joking. it works like a restaurant. you wouldnt go into one and not tip, right? and if your argument is “well they never included the tip in the prices”, restaurants dont either. you still need to have some extra cash to tip. and if you cant tip…dont buy it, or buy a less expensive piece. artists need tips. a lot of them undersell themselves. 

dont give the artist a time limit. someone literally set a TIMER for me once. (30 minutes.) if they dont get it done right away, they probably had others lined up!

you get what you paid for. if the artist is doing VERY cheap commissions, dont be surprised when theyre not HD drawings. theyre not going to spend as much effort on a $3 commission as they would a $100 commission. thats unfair to the person who paid more. you pay less, you get less. 

dont get angry when artists draw things for free for their friends, but not for you. dont befriend artists to get a free drawing, either.

you pay the artist first, then they draw for you. i know you might be scared they wont follow through, but if so, you can easily call them out and sue them if you must. if an artist works their ass off on a piece, theres nothing to stop you from running off with it and saving it. and they cant really get that back or get you in legal trouble for that. when you purchase something in a store, the cashier hands you your items AFTER you paid. thats how it works.

be nice to artists. theres a person behind the screen. 

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Hey all, Serious Question/Post:

So I’ve applied for a few jobs and still haven’t heard anything back yet, but we’re staying hopeful and keeping our fingers crossed that I’ll hear from someone soon.

But, until then, I don’t have much cash, and my moneys running low. This is where my question comes in:

Would people be interested in me doing $3-6 KoFi headshot commissions? It’d be $3 for a sketch, and $6 if you want it lined and colored. This one I did of David last night is a good example of what I’m thinking of doing:

I’d be willing to do OC’s and fandom characters, so long as whatever youre asking for is SFW. I can’t however do mechs or furries. (Tho furries might change in the future as I’m working on learning how to draw them for commission purposes.)

Either way, this is something I’m going to offer since I don’t have my computer to do full price commissions right now.

If you would like one, you can message me here on tumblr, or email me at kristastik@gmail.com, and we can talk out the details through there.

I do ask that you have money to pay upfront so that I’m not getting scammed out of payment. My kofi is here: https://ko-fi.com/eddieblack . Or, if you prefer to send money straight to my paypal, I’ll give you my paypal info once we start talking.

Last note: I would prefer if you have a reference for the person you want me to draw, but if you don’t have one, a detailed description should work just fine.

If you can’t support me through commissions or kofi donations thats alright, but it’d be extremely helpful if you could reblog this to help spread the word!

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"I can't decide if I want to punch you or kiss you right now." For the prompt meme please? (PS: I love your writing and I think the effort you put into these fun things is amazing)

thanks! sorry it took me so long to post this I had to run a ton of errands today

“Whatare we doing?”

Jonathanglances up from his plate, raising an eyebrow. “Eating dinner,” he says flatly.

“That’snot what I meant and you know it,” Edward grumbles. He slumps in his seat,crossing his arms over his chest. “I’m talking about this. Us.”

“Whatabout us?”

God,Jonathan can be so fucking oblivious sometimes. Edward gestures broadly to thespace between them. “Us,” he repeats. “This thing that we’re doing. Whatam I supposed to tell people?”

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A Matter of Convenience

Waiting on an invite to AO3 but in the meantime, here’s the first chapter of my Scriddler fic. Lemme know what you guys think! Used to write a lot for these two and I’m getting back into it.  All characters are BTAS versions.  RATED M FOR NSFW CONTENT Jonathan Crane/Edward Nygma  Slow burn relationship

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Of Cats and Men

TITLE: Of Cats and Men

PAIRING: Selina Kyle/Bruce Wayne, Harvey Dent/Bruce Wayne

WORD COUNT: 1730

WARNINGS: Selina is not a good girlfriend. Their relationship is toxic, if not downright emotionally abusive. She disregards Bruce’s needs and wishes, literally steals his belongings, lies to him, and is minor emotionally manipulative. 

AO3 / QUOTEV

Harvey and Bruce tried to make time to catch up with each other weekly; sometimes it was lunch, sometimes dinner and a movie, sometimes it was just a drawn out phone call while they made their separate ways to and from work. Nonetheless, they spoke very regularly, and very fondly. They were friends, only friends, but if one listened to their conversations or saw the way they looked at each other, it wouldn’t appear as if they were only friends.

Harvey desperately wanted to do something, to reach out, to perhaps just say it for once, though he supposed both could and should be true at once. However, words always escaped him in this situation. It could have been that he was unable to phrase a confession, or perhaps he had trouble agreeing with himself over whether actions or words suited such a thing, or even— most likely— he was too scared of ruining their careful friendship as it was now, and losing the only thing that he really could depend on in his life: Bruce.

The fact they were only friends didn’t stop him from getting jealous, and lord, did he get jealous. Every time he saw her number on his phone, every time her name left his lips, Harvey’s stomach would twist with a quiet anger. Bruce deserved better than some back-stabbing, gold-digging kleptomaniac in a pleather bodysuit, not that he would ever tell Selina so, never to her face; he enjoyed having all his body parts attached to his body. He endured, though, because she made Bruce happy when she wasn’t stressing him to death with her “career”, and it was worth it to see his amber eyes sparkle with delight when his phone rang with her ring tone, even if Harvey wished so desperately that it was him who made Bruce smile like that. He never smiled, not really, and his too-rare smile was so beautiful.

Harvey knew the danger of keeping things bottled up, but he absolutely could not tell a soul about this, so he didn’t. He didn’t say a word of it for weeks. She had never interrupted their time, so it wasn’t as if she was really interfering with his relationship with Bruce.

That is, until she did.

It was around 1:30 in the afternoon, a brisk february day. They were inside some street café, eating an overpriced lunch and talking. Bruce cut himself off mid-sentence to answer the phone, excusing himself with a small “Sorry, it’s Selina.”

Harvey heaved an exasperated sigh and waited, stabbing at his food with his fork maliciously. As soon as Bruce was off the phone, Harvey opened his mouth to speak.

“Sorry Harv, Selina’s in a bit of a predicament, I… have to run. Again, so sorry. Maybe tomorrow?” Dent couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“No, Bruce. No. She’s nothing but problems. For you, for me, for everyone. You’re not going anywhere, because this is our lunch. Bruce-And-Harv lunch. Not Bruce-And-Harvey-And-Selina lunch.” Harvey frustratedly explained.

“She’s in jail, Harvey!” Bruce snaps back. He wanted to be there for everyone, to spend time with Harvey and help his girlfriend. That just wasn’t possible though.

“Obviously there’s a reason for that!” Harv had a point. Selina was a known criminal, and she still hadn’t quit, even after seeing the stress it put on Bruce.

“But she’s-”

“Abusive,” Harvey cut him off. “You deserve better than her. Besides, we’re pretty sure she’s cheating on you.”

“With who?” Bruce was incredulous.

“Batman.”

“Are you jealous?”

He takes an angry stab at his salad, not meeting Bruce’s eyes. “What?! No! Why would we be jealous? We just think you deserve someone better than a cheating, lying criminal who can’t spare you the decency of even being faithful! We care about you! A lot! A lot! And you’re going to get hurt.

“We know her better than you do. We worked with her. She’s manipulative. She’ll seduce you and take your money, like she does with every other rich bastard that wants a piece of her ass. She doesn’t care about anything but herself and her cats. Not you, not the law, not anything.” With the wailing of a siren somewhere in the distance, one might assume that was somehow related to recent jailing of Miss Kyle. “We rest our case.”

Bruce was… hurt. He thought, even if Harvey didn’t necessarily like Selina, he could at least put up with her. Worse yet, he saw that Dent was at least somewhat correct. Admitting that, though, would be admitting he probably should break up with his girlfriend. Frustrated, he decided to leave. Throwing a fifty on the table, he stated “For the lunch” and left without even a goodbye.

Harvey glared, ireful, yet said no word of protest. Bruce could do as he pleased; he was an adult, but seriously? He was smart! Couldn’t he see Selina was using him?

Selina Kyle was untameable— a wild animal. This was common knowledge. Bruce feared that having a conversation about her choice of profession may enrage her, and thus endanger his relationship and possibly a few priceless artifacts around his home, but he didn’t fear she would be any threat. He paced his living room in anticipation. She should have been there any time now, and he hoped she actually used the front door this time.

When a gust of wind blew from the hall behind him, Bruce knew his hopes fell flat. Nonetheless, the conversation had to happen. She was jailed today, for christ’s sake! He couldn’t let her keep doing this.

“Bruce.” It was as if she simply apparated into the room.

“Selina, darling, we have to talk.”

“About what?” Even suspicious of his ideas, Selina’s voice had an effortless sound to it. She sat down on the long couch that served as a focal point of the reception room, folding one leg under her as she leaned back on the couch. The pose looked uncomfortable, yet she didn’t show any signs of being the least bit bothered.

Bruce sat down beside her, brows furrowed in thought. This wasn’t a particularly easy topic to talk about. “You were arrested today,” he states. It was best to start with the facts.

“Yes, I was.”

“I can’t bail you out of jail again. I can��t let you keep robbing people blind. I love you, Selina, but this… you can’t keep doing this. It’s not good, not for you or me and definitely not for the people and institutions you’re robbing. Name anything you want, and I’ll give it to you. Just please, please stop the theft. I love you.” At some point while speaking, he had taken her hand. She wasn’t even looking at him, eyes cast down in what appeared remorse.

“I don’t want to, I’m sure you know that. I don't know if I even can," she sounded almost remorseful, and offered him a halfhearted grin, "But… if it means being with you, I’ll try.”

He squeezed her hand and smiled tightly. “Thank you. Dinner here, tomorrow at eight?”

She reciprocates the gesture, places a small kiss on his cheek, and got up off the couch. Bruce was hesitant to let go of her hand, but did so when she strayed out of arm’s length and down through the hallway from whence she had previously appeared from, passing through a couple rooms on her way out the window.

“Master Wayne?” Alfred comes from down the hallway.

“Yes, Alfred?” He was tired, but not about to be rude to Alfred.

“I believe I just saw Miss Kyle leaving through the window with your mother’s Ming Dynasty vase.” Bruce just huffed and fell back dramatically on the couch. Not moments later, Harvey’s signature series of knocks sounded from the main door. At least some guests use doors. “I’ll get that, sir.”

With some degree of exhaustion, Bruce pondered who on earth would be bothering him now. It was about six in the evening; this made it too late for business meetings or the press to be the ones disturbing his peace. Alfred walked the short stint from the hall opening to the doorway, opening the door. He engages in some short banter with Harvey on their way to the reception room. Bruce could discern some degree of unwellness in the way Harv was appeared; his posture and expression were both rather telling. Still, he didn’t bother to greet his friend.

Harvey sat down beside where Bruce was laying. Both opened their mouths to speak, and both stopped to let the other continue.

“You first,” Bruce offered.

“I was just going to apologize. We weren’t on our… best behavior at lunch today.” Bruce flinched when Harvey referred to himself as plural. Had he done that earlier in their spat as well?

“No…” Pulling himself up with the arm of the couch, Bruce looked guilty. He hated apologizing, to some extent. “You were right. I spoke to Selina, and she stole my mom’s vase.”

“The really expensive blue one?”

“Yeah.”

Harvey shrugs, his fouler mood abandoned with Bruce’s admittance of the issue. It was a small thing, but it made his night knowing Bruce actually listened to what he said earlier; his reaction at the time made it seem as if he hadn’t. It seemed like his past somehow caused most words he said now to fall on deaf ears, and it truly scared him to think that Bruce was in that majority. “It was ugly anyways.”

This response, while earning an annoyed exhale from Alfred (who rather liked the late Mrs. Wayne’s vase), elicited something like an amused snort from Bruce. “But expensive.”

“Yeah. Are you gonna break up with her?”

“Probably… yes.”

“Good. This’ll be good for you.” He smiled sympathetically.

“I just…” Bruce trails off for a moment, sitting upright, “I really love her. I want her to get better, but she won’t. She just won’t.” He sounded genuinely upset.

“Some people don’t want to. Some people like being like she is,” Harvey couldn’t help but think about the friends he lost when he started working toward getting better. He sighed, and leaned against Bruce’s shoulder. “You just have to accept that you can’t help everyone, and you deserve better than to be dragged down by them.”

“I know, but I want to, and I’ll try.”

“And I love you for that.”

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other people writing ao3 comments: love this! can’t wait to see more ❤

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It’s Not a Date

TITLE: It’s Not A Date

PAIRING: Bruce Wayne/Harvey Dent

WORD COUNT: 1140

WARNINGS / NOTES: Originally written as a Valentine’s Day fic. There’s some mental illness mention, but I really don’t think there’s anything that should be of any concern.

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The watch on his wrist read 6:59 as clear as day.

Harvey said he should be finished with today’s load of work by seven o’clock, though his habit of bringing his work home with him made Bruce wonder if he’d make it to the Manor on time. He checked his watch again. It seemed all too rare that they were able to get together and spend an evening together without their lines of work getting in the way. Upholding justice wasn’t particularly a nine-to-five. These worries were dispelled by the reverberation of a short series of knocks on the main door throughout the halls.

“Would you like me to get that, Master Wayne?” Alfred offered, and Bruce waved off the request as he got up to let his friend inside. For whatever reason, he felt as if it would be impersonal to not greet Harvey at the door himself. They were— no, they are— friends, after all.

Outside, Harvey plunged his hands into the pockets of his windbreaker and exhaled sharply. He forgot how massive this place was, looming tall as the only building for some time. It didn’t intimidate him, nor did it cause him to think any differently of Bruce. Unlike many, he didn’t enjoy materialistically based friendships used to further the gain of the less privileged half; Harvey didn’t, at least— he couldn’t speak for Two-Face.

When Bruce opened the door and Harvey entered, they of course exchanged pleasantries, yet their banter felt very forced. The air hung with a tension that bordered fear. It wasn’t that either was afraid of the other, as many may have been of having an intimate evening with ex-rogue Two-Face, so much as that they were afraid that their friendship had changed. It had been so long since they last had just relaxed together. People change, as do feelings, and change is a terrifying thing to face. What if things weren’t as they were? They didn’t mention it.

Their evening together was started by dinner in a small dining area in the kitchen; dates in the past had shown Bruce that sitting in the dining hall usually impeded communication, not that this was a date. It was not a date, simply dinner and a movie to catch up on things with his best friend.

The food was good enough: steak, corn, and mashed potatoes. Alfred was an excellent cook. The tension of earlier seemed to melt away as the conversation shifted from business to personal life. Things seemed almost normal again. Almost.

“How are things with, you know–”

Harvey took a long drink of wine. “Him? When he’s in control now– which’s been a lot rarer– he isn’t… violent, or isn’t as violent. So good. We’re good.”

“Good.” Bruce shifted the topic quickly. He didn’t want to linger on such a sensitive subject, and didn’t want to pry. “So, have you met any special ladies lately?”

“Hah! Have you seen me?” He gestured at his face, though he sounded as if he were mostly joking. But every joke was rooted in a little truth, right? Often, he wore a half-mask to cover his scars. Harvey didn’t want his appearance to factor into how people automatically perceived him, even if it made him give off a phantom-of-the-opera vibe and was more than a little stuffy at times. Here with Bruce, he felt comfortable enough to not need to do so.

“Harv!”

“Besides, who says I’m just looking for women? They didn’t call me Mr. Dual for just being a hit with the ladies, y’know.”

“Harvey!”

After dinner, they settled into the movie room. Harvey insisted the room was a home theatre. What else do you call a room with a U-couch, huge television, and surround sound that was dedicated exclusively to watching movies and television? Bruce told him that was ridiculous.

“If I wanted to have a home theatre, I’d put in an actual big screen and replace the couch with rows of chairs. Much less comfortable,” He joked.

Harvey picked the movie: Hot Fuzz. It had been one of his favorite movies for quite some time, even before the accident. He and Two-Face didn’t argue about it, and that said a lot. What was there to argue about? One wants comedy, the other wants action. The movie was both. Nicholas Angel was his favorite character, as they shared the same black-and-white worldview. Otherwise, the action was great and he enjoyed the sub-plot with Danny and Nic.

“Blanket?” Bruce offers, sliding along the lengthy sofa. It was rather chilly in the room, and neither were particularly dressed for warmth. (Bruce was in a tee shirt and sweatpants, while Harvey was in jeans and a long-sleeved shirt, his obnoxiously colored windbreaker having been left near the door.) Harvey, engrossed in the movie, just nodded in response. They had to sit closer together to share the blanket, and almost instinctively, Bruce wrapped an arm around Harvey.

“Bruce?” Harv spoke, still entranced by the actions on screen.

“Hm?”

“You have your arm around me.” He didn’t sound upset by it, stating the fact with little to no emotion in his voice.

“Is… that an issue?” Bruce suddenly felt incredibly self-conscious of his actions, drawing his arm back. He should have at least asked if that were okay. What if he’d made Harvey uncomfortable? Friends didn’t typically cuddle on the couch while watching action-comedy-romance movies, after all.

Harvey took time deliberating a response, leaning back against the couch and looking away from the screen to meet Bruce’s eyes with a placid smile. “Nope.” He leaned over some, resting the scarred side of his face on his friend’s shoulder as Bruce returned his arm to its initial position slowly. The rest of the movie was in relative silence, as they just enjoyed it and the close proximity to one another.

By the time it was over, it was late, probably midnight. Harvey yawned against his friend’s shoulder, and the movement made Bruce shift a little. Though the movie wasn’t boring, the time of night was wholly responsible for making him so drowsy. Oddly, Bruce wasn’t the least bit tired.

With another yawn, Harv mumbled something about not knowing if he could drive home without falling asleep behind the wheel, and Bruce offered for him to stay the night. With enough empty rooms to house a small army, it wouldn’t be an issue, and so Alfred was summoned to prepare a room for him.

“Aren’ you gonna go to bed too?” Harvey sleepily asked.

Bruce sighed, smiled wryly, and answered cryptically, “No, there’re a few things I need to do tonight.”

“Do you ever sleep?”

“No.”

Harv shrugs before following Alfred off to the prepared guest room. “Well that much about you hasn’t changed.”

Even if so much had changed, perhaps change could be a good thing.

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Just a quick reminder

Not everyone will like your fic. Write it anyway. 

Not everyone will like your art. Keep drawing. 

Not everyone will like your moodboards/edits/vids. Make more. 

Pursue your craft because it makes you happy, and just know that there are people out there who adore everything you create and can’t wait for more. And there are fans that haven’t found you yet, but your content will change their life. 

Keep creating, okay? 

I love you guys. And I support you all so hard.