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Adopt Trades [Friends Edition!+Update+Reorganized]Update:), but I thought it was just a better idea to make a new journal to make things less confusing for myself and start with a clean comment section.
I apologize for the lack of replies, I've been pretty busy as of late and probably forgot to. OTL If you want to take back your offer since you waited so long for me to reply, let me know below! ;u;
The designs have been reorganized into 3 folders: Easy (Kinda), Picky, and It's Scary in Here (this one is called that for a reason *snickers*). Also note that I have made two dA folders with some adopts I really love (found in "the guidelines to what kind of designs I like" section; don't limit yourself to these though). Hopefully that will make browsing around and offering a bit easier.
Please be sure to read everything below, some things may have been changed!
Oh man, I feel so bad for abruptly just taking this away from you guys and ending trades like that! ;H; Also I'm not sure if I can stand watching some of these designs collect dust in my folder... Ahhhh. So here's what I'm gonna do:
Instead of trading my designs in exchange for designs for
There's plenty more, these are really just examples. To offer art for a character design, just fill out this form:
Design(s) You're Offering For: [link to design]
Type of Art Offered: [colored headshots, pixel page doll, sketches, ect.]
Number of Pieces Offered: [How much art you offer: please, no art slavery]
What You Can Draw: [like ferals, anthros, humans, ect.]
Are you willing to do Christmas/Winter Themed?: [I want to get some Christmas/Winter themed stuff of my babs and main characters]
Here are some guidelines to what kind of designs I like:
PCOMM: Tallon90 1/2To Paint a Soul
Graffiti is more than just making pictures on walls, but a lot of people seem to think that's all it is. "The paint is your soul, and the brush is your outlet. It's not about skill, but what's in your heart - when you paint, you need no names... everyone has their own special style, a reflection of who the are. In graffiti, a person's inner self is made clear ... it's personal."
Dad always used to say things like that to me when I was younger, but... I guess I didn't really listen to him until it was too late. I grew up without ever really seeing my Mom, since she was always busy with work. Dad taught me everything I knew, but I never wanted to admit it.
I was a troublemaker back then, still am I guess, but that's just who I am, and I sure as hell am proud to be me. My hobbies have always been free-running and graffiti, but I didn't realize my true passion for painting u
PCOMM: Tallon90 2/2To Paint a Soul
Painting As One
Since then I've become distant from everyone; I never talk to people at school, and if a boy tries to flirt with me? Well, I'll give him a good punch in the jaw. I'm nineteen now and am often praised for my free-running skills, but my true passion is graffiti art - I've been suspended for vandalism more times than I can count, even in college!
Mom and I still don't talk very much, but ever since Dad... passed away... she's been trying to be a bigger part of my life. I can't adjust to it, but I guess I just need a few more years - for now, I'm not close to anyone or anything. I don't have any goals, I just want to be free... to run and paint wherever I want.
The anniversary of Dad's death is tomorrow... and so I've been working on making an epic graffiti art in his honor on the roof of the most popular restaurant in town. I want EVERYONE to see it,
PCOMM: Tallon90 (1/3)Dead Drop Curse
It's been quite some time since I started taking the dead drop missions... How many people have I killed? Ah well, not like I'm a cold-blooded killer... it's nothing personal, after all - business is business. It pays the bills and ensures my Dad won't become a target; no life is as important to me as Dad's.
Hmm... come to think of it... I can still remember that day I found out about the dead drops...
Several Years Earlier...
"Dad?" I asked when I spotted him sitting on the porch, loading his sniper rifle. "Oh, hello Tess," He smiled warmly and reached out to pat my head; I noticed that his short hair was becoming more and more gray lately. "How was school?"
"School?" I shrugged. "Well, I got in a fight again... some boy tried to lift my skirt, and I gave him a knuckle sandwich!" I showed him my fist and grinned. "Ha-ha! That's my girl, you're getting so strong!" Dad stood up, gun in hand and gazed out in the
PCOMM: Tallon90 2/3Dead Drop Curse
Dad taught me all the tricks of the trade - by the age of 12, I had become an expert sniper; luckily so, because it was on my 13th birthday that the dead drop duty was passed on to me.
While I was mostly shocked to be given the job at such an age, there was always a part of me that knew one day it would happen - just not like this...
Four Years Later...
I was on my way home from school when a paper airplane flew out of no where and crashed into me; I grabbed it and crumpled it in my hands, shooting angry glares from side-to-side, trying to find out who tossed it at me, but there was no one around. I glanced down at the crumpled paper and glimpsed a part of the dead drop stamp.
Worried, I hurried home to make sure Dad was OK. I ran up the porch steps and yanked the door open, rushing through the house to Dad's room - he was sitting on a chair watching the news, sipping coffee. "Tess? What's the hurry, hun?"
PCOMM: Tallon90 3/3Dead Drop Curse
I wonder how many people I've killed now? I guess it doesn't matter, but... it sure has been a while since I started these dead drops. Dad is getting older... I'm worried about leaving him home alone. He's even suggested that I take him to a nursing home, but I hate the idea of it.
Still... maybe it's for the best. It's just... I've spent my whole life here with Dad, I can't imagine... him not being here with me. Maybe I'm just being selfish ... I suppose it's best to make sure he gets the proper care.
But... I can't really stay in this house by myself, can I...?
After much thought and talking with Dad, I decided that I'd put him in a nursing home - the best in town, of course! I personally met with each and every one of the workers and basically told them I'd raise hell if they mistreated Dad - oh, and I guess I might have offered them a bit of extra cash if they did a good job, too. But what's
PCOMM: Tallon90 1/2The Three Sisters (1)
...Sitting here like this is really boring, This house is too big for just me, maybe I should have gotten a smaller house... I sighed as I stared blankly at my computer monitor, mindlessly scrolling through various websites. How long have I been like this, anyway? I rested my head on my hand and yawned. I guess it's better than being at home with those silly brothers of mine...
I chuckled quietly as I glanced over at the family photo in the corner of my desk; when I picked it up and glanced at it, it was like taking a step back into the past... Oh, the memories...
It was really weird growing up in a family of athletic, outdoorsy folk when you're a person who loves to sit indoors reading and tinkering with the latest tech. It didn't matter though, no matter how much I tried to explain it to them! 'Come on Angel, it'll be soooo fun! Let's go
PCOMM: Tallon90 2/2The Three Sisters (2)
The Sisters I Never Had
Seven days passed quickly, and I managed to pick several possible tenants to interview - 3:00 PM was still many hours away, yet I couldn't help feeling anxious. Would there be two girls to 'fit the bill' or would I be sending them all away? I found myself constantly glancing at the clock on my computer, sighing endlessly as the awaited time approached...
Until finally, it was 3:00 PM; I let the eleven young women into the house and told them to wait in the lobby for me to call them in for an interview. The first girl I called into my office was in her mid-twenties, and when she sat down she propped her feet up on my desk - to think that someone in need of a place to live would be so rude!
I sent her away after a few words, she admitted to having a boyfriend and pleaded to bring him over on the weekends, but as I stated in the rules: ABSOLUTELY NO MEN ALLOWED.
Sigh. This will be an interesting day indee