#commission options

[almaadst]

THE WAITING LIST IS OPEN!   💌   stadmaal[at]gmail[dot]com  ⬇️ more info below  ⬇️

➡️Commissions status ➡️Commissions rules ➡️Drawing process ➡️Background prices

What I WILL draw: - Fanart and Original Characters - Real people and Self-Inserts - Couples of any gender (WLW/MLM etc) - Animals/Monsters/Creatures - soft NSFW (only with adult characters - NSFW fee included!) - action/gore/violence - anthropomorphic characters (If you are not sure if I will draw what you want - just ask!) What I will NOT draw: - sexualized: minors, celebrity - fetishes

Choose the correct form and fill it in!

Commission-form for Illustration

Your Social Media (Tumblr/Deviantart etc.) 

Your Complete Paypal Email

Number of Characters

Art Type (Flat Color/Shading)

Body Length (Portrait/Waist-up/Knee-up/Full-body)

Name of Characters

References (only links/pics)

Short info about characters' appearance (gender, height, ethnicity/race, body type, age, chest size, moles/scars, etc)

Personality (only a few words)

Pose (Optional) (Fighting, Running, Jumping, etc)

Angle/View (Optional) (Side view/ Front View/ etc)

Background (Choose type from THIS doc.) (Attached photo references)

Commission-form for character sheet

Your Social Media (Tumblr/Deviantart, etc.)

Your Complete Paypal Email

Name of Character

Which series does the OC belong to (My Hero Academia, Haikyuu, etc. or none)

Personality (only a few words)

Short info about characters (gender, birthday, height, body type, age, birthmarks, moles, etc)

Number of Figures (1,2,3 or more) If you want more than one figure, describe them separately including the info:

Type of Figure (school uniform, work outfit, casual outfit, hero costume, etc.)

References (only links/pics)

Pose

Facial expression/mood

Outfit (attached pictures of every piece of clothing)

Quirk description/Any other info you want to be put in the infobox (200 characters long!)

Background color

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(If I do not answer you within two days - write to me on Tumblr, maybe the e-mail has not arrived!)

Reblog and sharing are always welcome and appreciated,  thank you for your support ! ! ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ

[alienssstufff]

minecraf

[lopashes]

a transactional relationship

[fir-fireweed]

I try not to play favorites with my ROs, buuuuuut…

Vicente Aloi (he/they)

The bastard prince, Vicente is calculating, ruthless and driven. They are the same age as you, and they, too, lost their mother the night of The Proelium, though under different circumstances. But while you were adopted into a loving family, he is the unwanted son of the regis, trained to be a lethal tool.

He has long, midnight blue-black hair, icy blue eyes, and high defined cheekbones. The edges of a tattoo are barely visible on his neck above the collar of his doublet… wings, perhaps? It’s beautiful. He’s beautiful, though you’d never tell him for fear he’d take his rapier to your neck simply for looking. Will your plans align with his, or are you merely another pawn in his schemes?

[oobbbear]

I’m back on doll making so here’s a little sunny for the warmup :]c✨

His eyes weren’t originally planned to look like that but I umm messed that up so I added an eyelid to cover it now he has this smug face going on which I honestly like more than the plan hehehe

[passports-pls]

A few icons of my beloved blondies I got done today!

[robogart]

Hello gorgeous people! 💖💕✨️

Want to get some custom artwork of your favorite blorbos and help support a queer artist?! Feel free to DM or email me if you're interested! 💖 I'd love to make something for you! 💕✨️

[spearxwind]

Hello everyone! I am opening up for commissions for hopefully the next couple of months.

This time around I have crafted a google forms with all my offered options and all the pertinent info, so if you'd like a commission go fill this form out:

Form will remain open for a few days, or until I am at order capacity, and then will (hopefully) be reopened when I work through the current set. I will contact you when the form is closed!

Here are some examples of stuff I've done recently:

As always, if you want more examples feel free to peruse my art tag/art blog, and/or my commisions tag. If you'd like something from me that is not an option in the form feel free to email me at windydraws@gmail.com and we can discuss it.

Cheers!

[artharakka]

🔥🌿 Commission for @ mle.samson on instagram 🌿🔥

[claypigeonpottery]

so you want to commission a little dude

but aren't sure where to start?

here are some details to consider. you don’t have to have answers to all of them—or even any of them. I can make it up as I go if that's what you prefer. you can be as vague or specific as you want!

but hopefully this will help if you’re feeling specific:

brown or white clay

animal or object (or whatever you want its head to be)

pose

gender

body size and shape

visible genitalia, fluff, nothing

tail, no tail

texture (usually fur texture)

objects/accessories/little friends

mood

size (so far: smallest around 2”, largest around 10”. this will not be exact, just a ballpark)

writing (hidden on underside, usually)

colours

fur markings

body hair

tattoos - be aware that too much texture will make tattoos difficult to impossible

scars

piercings

wire loops to attach ribbons, bells, etc

glazed or underglazed

[anistarrae]

old starfy drawing in celebration of starfy on the switch !

[ca-8]

"Thank You, Angel..." (Part 1 of ???)

Silence screamed.

Drops of decay either echoed in the distance or fell inches from his withered nose. They aided in the cackles and chirps and growls that erupted from within each shadow. Each shadow that held home of the little critters with those little desperate, famished white eyes and wide toothless grins ready to devour anything with even a hint of a pulse. And when those critters couldn't stand the empty pits of their stomachs, those cackles and chirps and growls and drops of decay sang along with the tormenting squelches and tears of his miserly flesh ripping off and into those widened, toothless grins. And when they were done, after hours of slow, burning agony and screaming filling their stomachs, and the decay hushed to sleep as those horrible little critters scurried off toward their master -

silence screamed.

DogDay hated it all. He hated each sound of falling wood or concrete or spare intestine hitting the floor. He despised the critter's sounds as they drew near. But most of all, he hated the silence, because it was a constant reminder that his friends were gone and no hope gave a breath.

All alone. Always alone. With nothing but a wonder as to when he would finally draw his last breath.

Poppy's words once gave him back a lifelike glimmer. She speculated that someone had to come back here to save them all, an ex-worker, a total stranger -

an Angel, perhaps.

Just someone, anyone who can release them of this constant, lingering, rotting despair.

But so much time has passed. DogDay lost count at…he didn't even know, it's just been years and years and years, perhaps even decades. An eternity of this sickening silence since the day their revolutionary feast took place.

That glimmer was smothered out long ago.

.

.

.

.

.

Were those footsteps?

Not the little pitter-patter of those godforsaken critters, no - human footsteps. They were distant, but carefully drew near. As they closed the distance, a shriek from those little monsters echoed throughout the prison.

DogDay's head perked up, but only slightly. If he had a little more energy he'd call out for help, and more certainty too. Maybe he was finally going mad. Maybe what's left inside his head is feeding him false hope with these made up sounds hinting to a rescue.

No, not a rescue. Whatever he had left was drowned in the past.

His head slumped back down, and critter's shrieks halted. But the footsteps grew closer. DogDay didn't want to remove his gaze from the floor and risk disappointment, he knew it was nothing, that even if someone managed to sneak in here, there was no way they would survive this hell. He knew that thing was right, no one was coming to save-

"Oooooh nooo…"

His head sprung up, earning a little gasp from a

a human. An actual human, standing right there in front of him. It - They - couldn't be a hallucination, could it?

No. No hallucination. No human either. With how those lights beamed down on their glowing, moving skin and illuminating the life in those eyes, this was a blessing from Above. "Hello…?"

DogDay realized they were inching closer, but he was too stunned to flinch or tell them to get away. He could only voice his stagger.

"You…You're Poppy's Angel," he choked out through his voice box. "Come to save us…!"

The Angel blinked. "Uh, yeah…" Their eyes were widened; no surprise, anyone not too familiar with this decrepit place would be shocked to see him like this. A pathetic, filthy excuse of a dog wasting away. That's what they were thinking. They had to be. "Nothing left to save, not here…" He held his head back down.

"What're you talking about?" Their voice was as sweet as honey, so filled with life.

"You're in CatNap's home, Angel. Their home." Just saying that thing's name left a disgusting bittersweet taste in DogDay's mouth, but he was given a second chance at being useful, he had to take it.

"A million of pairs of eyes are on you right now," he continued. "Watching…waiting….hungry." A faint spark of terror flooded the (e/c) in those beautiful, breathing eyes. "They want nothing more than to crawl beneath your skin and eat away at you bit by little bit." He spat out the last word before heaving in a gasp. "…fill what feels empty inside themselves."

"I-Is that…what happened to you, DogDay….?" they asked, eyeing the bitter remains of his lower half.

They knew his name. He appreciated that, although couldn't express it too much. "I'm afraid so, Angel. Because of��that…that thing. CatNap. The Prototype is his god, and this is what he does to heretics."

The Angel snuck a glance at the darkened hallway outside their halo and quickly returned their gaze to DogDay. He continued.

"These little toys follow CatNap to avoid that very fate, and in return, they are fed." DogDay coughed. Black substance spewed out of his mouth and onto the floor. "We tried to fight it, the Prototype's control. I'm…the last of the smiling cri-"

His right arm fell to his side.

…Wait.

DogDay's ears bucked up and he turned to his side. His right arm dangled heavily right by his torso, and the belts that were supposed to be supporting it up to the ceiling were cut short. His gaze whirled to his left side and saw the Angel reaching up to cut off the other belts.

"Angel! Wh-Wh-What're you doing?" he frantically yelped, swinging his torso back and forth.

"Sorry to cut your speech-thing off so quickly, but I think we may have a problem!"

It was at that moment DogDay heard the heightening shrills and screeches from the critters. A sharp chill ran down him and his heart stopped. They were coming; so many were coming! Coming for him! He was about to die if they couldn't get away!

"Angel, please, go! Leave me! Save yourself!" he pleaded desperately. A growl erupted right next to his ear, and DogDay turned to come face-to-face with a miniature Bobby Bearhug. A scream almost escaped his throat until a small flare flew past his face and shot mini Bobby back into the darkness.

"I'm sorry, but could you stop moving so much? This is hard enough as it is!" As they said that, their knife (which he noticed was strangely colorfully patched together) cut through the first of the two left belts. His body darted right towards the floor, but not until Angel caught him with their arm.

"Angel PLEASE! I beg you!" Tears pricked his empty sockets. The shrills were so loud they might as well be on top of them.

But the Angel kept their gaze glued onto the last belt, and as soon as mini CraftyCorn entered the cell, he was finally free.

The Angel hopped down and kicked mini CraftyCorn back into DogDay's worst nightmare: a sea of predators mirroring his friend's appearances. The Angel spun around and ran the opposite direction.

"Don't worry, I got yo- OOOOOO-!!!" The floor collapsed beneath them, and they landed right onto the bottom floor. Well, more like the Angel fell right onto the floor with DogDay cushioned safely on top of them.

This couldn't possible get any worse.

DogDay tried turning his head. "Angel? Are you okay? I'm so sorry! I-I didn't mean it! I didn't mean for this to happen! I swear!" He wanted to get off of them to ease whatever pain they were in, but his arms were held up for so long, he could barely even feel anything in them anymore. 'Pathetic! I'm pathetic!'

"I'm fine…I think-!" The Angel got up and sprinted to the end of the hallway. "Just don't look back!"

They held DogDay in a position where his only option was to look back. Snuggled tightly underneath their arm, he watched as a tsunami of critters dashed towards them, snarling with hunger. Hunger for him and his Angel.

He whimpered loudly until they spun him around. "Sorry-! Sorry! I got you!" A flash of another critter was summoned to the right, then suddenly wished away by the bright flash of the Angel's flare. DogDay couldn't do anything, only let his heart squeeze and whimper at the sudden sight of painful reminders until they're blown away by the Angel. He looked up, their gaze was locked forward, doing what he should be doing.

But he couldn't. He was worthless. Just like that day.

The poor withered dog squeezed his eyes shut. He couldn't watch anymore. If it weren't for his weak arms, he would cover his ears as the screams of the damned drew ever so near, or maybe do something actually useful. He felt himself get heaved up and a sudden wind blew against his tattered face. Then, he was lowered, and the Angel gasped for air.

Where were they going? Was there even an exit? He couldn't look. He didn't want to look. If he opened his eyes he would only see the Angel get devoured and it would be all his fault.

It wasn't until they were both thrusted into the air that his eyes were finally forced open. Below them was a deep pit of darkness with the critters nearing the edge they hurled over. For a second, he thought they had jumped towards an everlasting sleep, until the Angel landed right onto a lift.

The door shut behind them, and devastating shrills and shrieks were muffled. They were….safe. DogDay was safe, and the Angel didn't die. He hadn't killed them after all.

The Angel gently lowered him onto the floor of the lift and pressed the button to lower them back into, if he could remember correctly….Playcare. They collapsed onto the floor, and the thud snapped him back to reality.

"Angel! Are you okay? Are you hurt? I'm so sorry!" DogDay tried to haul himself towards them until they let out a strange chuckle.

"That…holy shit. That was awesome! But also terrifying. And tiring. God, my legs, I'll be surprised if I can even walk once we get down there. What were those things? You called them critters? I kinda feel bad for thinking they were kinda cute now, SHEESH those little devils were relentless!"

The Angel went on and on and on and…not a hint of anger was on their face. DogDay only stared at them in disbelief. They hopped on their knees and leaned closer to him, making him flinch.

"Anyways, are you okay? I don't know why you're asking me, you're clearly the one who needs help here! How long have you been down here? Actually don't answer that. What happened to you-? Wait, wait, don't answer that either, sorry!"

"You…." He finally choked out something. "You…saved me."

"…Well yeah!" A big smile graced their lips. How were they glowing even brighter than before?

"You…You saved me…!"

"….Yeah! Go team!"

Something was building up in his throat. More tears streamed down his face, but there weren't any rivers of regret or disappointment or self-hatred… DogDay leaned into his Angel's chest.

"Oh, hello!" they said cheerfully.

DogDay sniffed and looked up, and for once, a big, genuine smile filled his face. "Thank you, Angel…! Thank you so much!"

They froze there for a second, and their stunned expression melted to that of warmth. He felt their hands wrap around him and gently caress his back. Nothing could ever feel more soothing.

Softly, they giggled. "Hey, call me (Y/n), alright? You're giving me too much credit." ͙۪۪̥ ͙ ♡𐡘 𐡘 𐡘 𐡘♡ ͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙ ♡𐡘 𐡘 𐡘 𐡘♡ ͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙ ♡𐡘 𐡘 𐡘 𐡘♡ ͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙ ♡𐡘 𐡘 𐡘 𐡘♡ ͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙

Hey guys! Like what ya saw? Well you can commission your own private piece now!! Read more about that here! Thanks so much for reading, and have a great day!~ 💜💜💜

[lockandkeyhyena]

✨ ANIMATED SCENE COMMS OPEN ✨

So I’ve been having a ton of fun making these little animated scenes/snippets of warrior cats ocs and i think it’s been helping me improve my animation and backgrounds so!! i’m opening these up for sale!

DETAILS

Each piece comes with a fully rendered background and scenery effects in the fore/background

Each piece comes with minor shading, with an emphasis on atmosphere

Each piece is 1080x1380 pixels

Each piece is done in a semi-cartoony style with stylised eyes

The design you want animated has to be animation friendly or you have to be happy with me simplifying the design

PRICES

Payment via PayPal in USD

3 Frames / $25USD

6 Frames / $50USD

9 Frames / $75USD

10+ Frames / $80USD + $10 for every additional frame after 10

CONTACT

Please contact me via Discord @ LockandKeyHyena

[bizarrescribblez]

🩷 SELF SHIP C0MMS NOW OPEN!!! 🩷

3 slots are available for c0mms just like these ones!! ^_^ 💕💕 they’ll be $85 and already be of 2 characters!! It’ll be $10 for an additional character!! :3c

[fir-fireweed]

Would you follow this beautiful badass into battle?? The answer is a resounding “HELL YES M’AM!!”

The RO artwork for Cantata is complete and I am losing my mind over it! 🙌🏻

Corinne Xenakis (she/her)

The leader of the rebels, Corinne works to overthrow the monarchy and aid the surviving Iredicci where possible. She is 6 years older than you. She is tall, with long, sandy brown hair usually worn in a messy bun or loosely braided bun, hazel eyes, and beige skin tanned by the sun. Quiet, serious and aloof, she feels a tremendous responsibility for those under her command.

Corinne is a contradiction—she has the grace and manners of a noblewoman, yet fights with military precision that is uncommon for females of noble lineage. She is deadly when double wielding her flintlocks or axes. While not cold, she is not overly familiar or friendly with anyone, and very tight-lipped about her past. What does she guard so fiercely behind her armor?

[drawsmaddy]

My commissions are back open! There are five slots available and the prices are in GBP. If you're interested or have any questions DM me or email me at drawsmaddy@gmail.com!