DW's Guide on Art CommissionsDwwrider’s Guide on Art Commissions on deviantART (last revised September 2014)DW's Guide on Art Commissions7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
This guide is based off of my personal experiences of commissioning artists on deviantART. I hope future art commissioners or artists who take commissions find this information useful. I'll try to update this guide once a year. Please look at the title to see when this was last revised.
DISCLAIMER: ***READ ME PLEASE***
All the information in this guide is a recommendation and results will vary. I wish the very best for the commissioner and the commissioned.
Table of Contents:
Phase 1: Determine the Subject/Topic of the Commission
Phase 2: Search for an Artist on deviantART and Other Websites
Phase 3: Learn about the Artist’s Commission Availability, Rules, Rates, etc
Phase 4: Screen Your Candidates
Phase 5: Communication with the Artist
Phase 6: Developing a Commission Write Up/Description with References
CHARACTER CREATING TIPS Part 2CHARACTER CREATING TIPS Part 210 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
CHARACTER CREATING TIPS
Part 2: Designing
Here we will address the actual designing process, helping you pick the best features for your original character, these are not rules, just suggestions to consider.
#1. Hair should match the characters personality and lifestyle.
Granted a person can have whatever hairstyle they like, but they also take into consideration what they do for a living, or a hobby.
If the character is an active one, like a fighter for example, they might want short hair that's easy to maintain and quick to fix. Or medium length hair that can easily be pulled back into small ponytails and buns, but don't rule out long hair, just consider what your character would like best.
If the character is a semi-active character, that relies more on others thing to do its dirty work, like machines or magic, they'll probably have longer hair that they can put up into whatever they please.
Also, if the character is royalty, or of high-rank, he/she might prefer long hair to help sh
Ivy's Smut Writing TipsIvy's Smut Tip'sIvy's Smut Writing Tips3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In this piece of writing I will be explaining to all you lovely lot how I write my band slash sexy scenes. I know what your thinking 'Ewww Ivy but some of your smut is really detailed and I could never do that," Well the secret my dears is practice, once you overcome that wall of saying no I can't put this and that in my writing, people would think I'm sex craved! Once that's over you'll be surprised that you could write them banging each other with baseball bats...not recommended.
So let's start this shit then!
1.Setting the scene
In smut you obviously need a place or area where your two characters can romp to their hearts content. It's no fun if you just place them in a bed is it? That just takes all the imagination away just throwing them in a bed and saying 'Get to it' No my dears we do not do this.
To get you started I'm going to share my favourite little places to put my characters in;
-Tents, Underneath the moonlight with the stars shining in each others eyes as
Becoming the ForestBecoming the Forest6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Becoming the Forest
The Era of Magic was coming to an end.
Humans were becoming more and more audacious. Lands, mountains and forests were no longer safe places for some inhabitants. Very worried, several Middle Age magical creatures met on a hidden forest opening, willing to find a solution to their future.
They exchanged ideas about what could be done to protect themselves from humans, their evil ways and their destruction. After several hours they finally agreed that the only option would be to leave towards the Tomorrow Lands, a fantastic place that humans would never be able to reach due to their mortal condition. It was a long and dangerous journey, but they knew they had no further options.
A little fairy called Eywanelith, who had kept silent during the meeting, raised her sparkling wand asking for permission to speak. When she had everybody's attention, she said: I would like to stay. And I will share my
Guide To Designing CharactersGuide To Designing Characters6 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
So, youve decided to write a story and want some info on character creation. Or youre just bored and want to read something, or youre my friend and youre reading this because you are thinking Oh my gosh! Shes actually posting something! Its probably going to be crap but who cares! or something like that. And you also might be thinking Who are you, Miss Gigi, to give us character info? You havent even written anything else! Well, actually, I have, but I have this thing where I will be so happy with a chapter of a story, and the next day I will go through and be all Oh, man, who the heck wrote this? Me? This horror came out of my fingers? Well, the suicide rate is about to go up a notch, because this sucks! Yeah. I have written things, but I have a bad habit of deleting things. I am actually in the beginning process of something new Im working on, but its a secret.
So, now, on with the ac
Plagues, Servants of Death ((Prologue))Plagues, Servants of Death ((Prologue))2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Servants of Death
Twilight RoseThe obscured hallways collected only a hint of light from the flickering candles hanging in chandeliers above the blood red carpets. There were no windows located down the corridor, but that didnt stop the howling from the brisk winters wind from entering. Candice could still hear it even as she approached the grand staircase, her heart thumping violently against her chest. She had been awoken from her slumber, yet again, but the haunting memories of her past. Another sleepless night, troubled by the screams of her mother and the face of her familys murderer- Vladimir Drake.Twilight Rose6 years ago in Horror More Like This
Her bare feet slipped up each of the stairs, windows now being located as she made her way to the next floor, the rain beating against the glass vehemently. There appeared to be less candlelight as she ascended, making the walls shadowed and indistinctive. Taking a single glimpse out of the window, Candice sighed heavily, running her fingers through her short reddish brown hair, before finally tur
Blood Among the Roses- Chap. 9Blood Among the Roses- Chap. 95 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Candice hardly slept a wink that night, wondering if it truly had been Felix she had spotted leering at her through the darkness. Although she was willing to accept that it had been her weary mind playing tricks on her, a part of her had almost been certain that she saw him waiting in the shadows. The majority of her night was spent glancing to the doorway where she thought he had been standing, and around the foot of her bed. The image she saw, or thought to have seen, was too vivid to have been just her imagination or so she wished to argue. Therefore, her exhaustion due to lack of sleep dragged her into an even deeper dilemma once her classes started the next day. She was far too fatigued to pay attention through any of her lessons.
She had already completed her first two classes after basically nodding off through each of the lectures, making her way lazily down the corridor to where her next class would be starting. She still had about a half hour unt
Minus Two Muse, Plus Two MuseThe Change Is For Your Viewing ComfortMinus Two Muse, Plus Two Muse5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
UsColor of earth,Us2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
of fruit, the sun,
and every hue in-between.
Inside is red,
purple, black, green,
and colors without names.
Taste of salt,
of iron, rust,
thick nectar flows through the tunnels.
Made of cells,
proteins, amine, compounds,
and those of atoms tinier than the eye can see.
Walking towards death,
some run, some struggle,
others deny the earth is the end.
Six feet under,
worms, maggots, flies,
feast upon anyone with thoughtless mechanics.
The living continue,
ignoring, hurting, killing,
causing the pain they claim to hate.
Death ends this,
ends hate, war,
pointless battles of the living.
Blood Among the Roses- Chap. 2Blood Among the Roses- Chap. 25 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The meeting hall had practically been filled the next morning as Candice and Melina joined the other new students of Westford. Although the room had been the largest on campus next to the cafeteria, it still appeared to not be able to hold all of the freshman- at least the ones that had been assigned at this time. Candice managed to slip to the back seats as she entered, figuring that perhaps if she was out of everyone's sight, she would be able to leave early or at least stop paying attention without anyone to notice. She grunted heavily as she sat down, tugging at the sleeves of her violet sweater, never having expected it to be so warm.
"It's probably the fact that we're all crammed in here," she snorted, Melina smiling slightly from the corner of her mouth. "I can't wait for this to be over so I can actually wear something comfortable."
"I don't know who you're trying to impress, Candice," Melina replied in a hushed tone as one of the advisors began to make his way
The Christmas StarWhite flakes of snow fluttered down from the velvet evening skies above, painting the earth below in a glinting crystalline sheet. The land remained still, melancholy silence brought on by the falling snow soon sweeping through the trees. Large black branches reaching for the sky were now monochromatically dusted with the lustrous white, setting their darkened image aglow beneath the silver moon above. It truly had been the start of a wonderful winter- and holiday season, at that. Although the earth remained solemn, the sight of such wonder would have cheered even the gloomiest of hearts, or so it had been thought.The Christmas Star5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Upon the porch of a large estate hidden within the groves, a man in his mid-thirties sat, chin resting desolately within the palms of his hands. His golden brown eyes skimmed the slippery surface of the wooden steps leading up to the porch, each newly fallen snowflake dampening it even more. Inside the home, lights flashed and laughter filled the air. There was a party being
GENZOMAN Art TipGENZOMAN Art Tip4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
GENZOMAN: quick tip
GENZOMAN: when you do chara design
Whitestar2: I've never heard of Art Neuveau. But I'm a big fan of impressionism.
GENZOMAN: dont think in people
GENZOMAN: think in cats
Quetzalcoatl: why cats =O?
Rei_Kinomoto: cats? XD
Whitestar2: The master has spoken!
Rei_Kinomoto: why master, why cats?
GENZOMAN: see anime
magnaxeon: cats D: i hate/love cats >.
SasuSaku Story - Chapter 3 [ENG]SasuSaku Story - Chapter 3 [ENG]1 year ago in Romance More Like This
I woke up lying on a bed in some room, where was horribly chilly. A lamp on a bedside table was throwing milky flickering light onto walls of a small room. I lifted my eyelids slowly and looked around. I blinked a few times to get used to the dimness prevailing in there. He was sitting at the bedside, staring at me with those glowing in darkness red eyes of his. So it was all real, it wasn’t my imaginary invention – Sasuke was there with me, immediately, for the asking. I was about to cry from joy… At last I’m having my chance, Naruto doesn’t have to keep the promise given to me – now everything’s in my own hands!
She opened her eyes and fixed her gaze upon me at once. She quickly got into the sitting position. She was mouthing, staying motionless.
- Sasuke-kun… - she whispered at last, barely audibly. She was sitting in front of me scared, crying and vulnerable, exactly the same as
The Dark is My DrugTransylvanian Mountains iced my soul,The Dark is My Drug6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The freeze being all I had ever known,
Where my frozen heart waits for the one,
In my kingdom where sun was neer shown.
I was the ruler of the night,
My only drug being that of the dark,
In my cold castle did I wait,
Until thine melody did hark.
From lands across the many seas,
Underneath the Ra sun,
Your beauty did arrive to me,
And thus new feelings had been spun.
Osiris sent me, you did decree,
Attempting to gain my peace,
But staring at you, my desert flower,
I knew I had to have you in the least.
Well make a pact, my darling, my dear,
Ill save your kingdom if you stay true,
Be my servant, my goddess, the dark,
Since now my only drug is you.
Smell Like A Pony, Man"Hello, humans. Look at your friends, now back at mine, now back at your friends, now back to mine. Sadly, your friends aren't mine. But if they start watching "My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic," and become bronies, they could be like my friends. Look down, back up, where are you? You're at a party with the friends your friends could be like. What's in your hand, back at me. I have it in my hoof. It's a cupcake with that frosting you love. Look again. The cupcake is now gemstones!. Anything is possible when watch "My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic," and become bronies. I'm reading a book."Smell Like A Pony, Man3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hello humans, how are you? Fantastic. Do your friends look like mine? No. Can they be like mine? Yes! Should they watch "My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic?" I don't know. Do you like the smell of friends
Creative Writing Exercise 4The resonance of drums echoed along the shoreline, a crowd beginning to gather in the center of the town. Through the window of her lofty estate, Elizabeth could vaguely see the harbor where the event was to take place, the drumming making her uneasy. She knew what today would bring. After her father's death in an attempt to imprison the notorious pirate captain, Spectre Silverthorne, Britain's naval fleet had strengthened the penalty on piracy- and, of course, placed a greater warrant on Captain Silverthorne.Creative Writing Exercise 45 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Wringing her hands mercilessly, Elizabeth bit down on her lower lip, pacing frantically as one of her most trusted maids entered the room. She could tell by the expression on the young woman's face that the conviction in town was hardly pleasing to her, yet she wondered why.
"Something troubling you, Lizzie?" the maid asked quietly, Elizabeth standing before the window once more.
"Who is it they are putting to trial today? Another poor soul blamed for piracy?" she responded in a
Blood Among the Roses- Chap. 1Blood Among the Roses- Chap. 15 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Melancholy clouds blanketed the skyline above the widely spread university of Westford. The campus appeared to stretch for almost a mile in the small England town, causing the majority of the population to be university students. Although it wasn't as intricate to become accepted as Britain's leading college, Oxford, the university still required pristine talent. Only the most "gifted" students in their studies were accepted, those who had a "potential for going somewhere". On average, the lives of the students consisted mainly of their studies, nothing exciting ever seeming to interfere with their middling lives. Nevertheless, during this semester at Westford, something extraordinary was about to happen, something that would change the life of an ordinary student forever.
The sound of a car door slamming was all that echoed across the front of the campus as a young woman no later than eighteen stepped silently out from the passenger seat. She stared somewhat blankly to
Shuffle Creative Writing MemeHow Could This Happen To Me? : Simple PlanShuffle Creative Writing Meme5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The sea began to grow rougher as the captain attempted to keep his head above the waves. He was growing weaker by the moment, loss of blood causing even more difficulty. Wincing as he went under again, Spectre's eyelids gradually flickered shut, mind enthralled in copious thoughts.
"Elizabeth...," he cringed as he felt the final breath seep from his lungs, "...I'm sorry... so very sorry..."
With that, the captain submerged beneath the lifeless waves below, awaiting the light.
Believe : Yellowcard
Benji sat at the edge of the cot he and Yuki had shared for the past few months, tears running freely down his soft freckled cheeks. He gradually rubbed his eyes with his knuckles, hoping that somehow it would dry the salty tears that kept flowing. Nevertheless, he only continued. It was only when the doorway parted that he cocked his head towards it, recognizing the figure standing within.
The taller teen sat alongside of th
Blood Among the Roses- Chap. 6Blood Among the Roses- Chap. 65 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sunlight swept across the campus grounds early the next morning, illuminating the dew covered blades of glass like petite lights embedded into the earth. A few birds sang from the tree tops above, a few amber leaves descending from branches that were now beginning to bare. It had grown slightly cooler now that the autumn weather was finally setting in, sending a draft through the dorm rooms that had been located at the far end of campus.
Candice grasped the window slightly, tugging down as it locked into place to stop the brisk air from seeping into their room. She chafed her arms gradually, glaring somewhat at the now closed window before shaking her head. The mornings had grown so much cooler since she started here- even though it had only been a few days. Grumbling slightly, she turned to Melina who had already finished her daily morning routine.
"It was never like this at my house," Candice scowled, Melina smirking slightly as she looped her arm around her roommate's.
Darker Than Sin- Chapter 1Darker Than Sin- Chapter 16 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Barcelona, Spain- 1702
A cool rain descended down from the pale painted skies above the anchorage, creating halos upon the surface of the water. With each drop that struck the decks of the vessels that had been berthed, the pitter pattering of nature hummed, echoing through the streets of the town. It had been a light precipitation, but it was still enough to cover the streets in a sleek damp sheet. Throughout the cobblestone paths of Barcelona, the residents bustled, hoping to return home to their tenancies before the rainfall grew harder.
On the far side of town, a boy no older than fifteen skulked through the shadows of an alleyway; pushing away the wooden fence framing which had gradually began to disintegrate. It took him a moment to push beneath the fencing, being as vigilant as he possibly could to prevent himself from getting any stray splinters. Getting the sleeve to his shirt caught on a rusty nail but only for a moment, the boy tugged it loose, the sheer fabric shredd