Tips for Starting Commissions I was thinking about my last journal, where I asked why everyone and their cat wanted to sell commissions so badly. I recieved some really insightful answers.More Like This
I also had a lot of people asking me "How much should I charge for my work?"
I'll add a Disclaimer right here in front, as for whatever reason, something always offends someone :iconstunplz: . So I'll start off by saying, this is just my personal journal, and I'm just one person who has some experience with this. I'm not making a judgment on who should sell what, just writing some things I have personally learned along the way.
Well that's out of the way :iconyodawgplz:
So most artists starting off go through a period of confusion on how to price work. They get a lot of suggestions, or theories from well-meaning people such as:
"Artists always undervalue themselves. Don't charge less than minimum wage per hour"
This is true, and I agree. However, unfortunately,
30 Day Guro Challenge30 day guro challengeMore Like This
3. Vore / Cannibalism
4. Piercing / Body modification
5. Mask / Covered eyes / Covered mouth
8. Undead / Zombie
9. Skeleton / Bones
10. Cyborg / Mechanical
11. Conjoined bodies
18. Ball-jointed doll
21. Breath play
22. Torture devices
27. Extra limbs
28. Knives / Guns / Weapons
32. Scarring / Disfigurations
33. Beaten up / Bruising
request/comission updatehey guys! i apologize for all that happened the past month, I really did not see it coming at all hehe...but i guess it was for the better since now I kinda know better and learned a thing or 2 from this,More Like This
now for the important part....
i will make the list of the people i still own requests and comissions
Requests (not in any especific order)
1. :icondraxdrilox: sta.sh/01vg5bbgmfpv (sta.sh/02bx52iwswjm outfit)
2. :iconkrimsonapple: griffonfish.deviantart.com/art…
CANCELEDI'm seriously trying to work on my current story, The Blue Mirror, and though not all of the characters are in play yet, I do have 10 Chapters and a few scenes up and I was thinking it may be fun to have an art contest. There are several reasons I want to do this; one is that I enjoy encouraging my fellow artists, another is that I want to see how well I am describing things, but the most important reason is it will get more people reading it...More Like This
The contest will run until Feb 28.
I will be the judge (don't hate me if I don't pick yours...)
The first place prize will be 1000 points
The second place prize will be 600 points
The third place prize will be 300 points
You must make a journal about this contest (even if you only think you might e
Kiriban 300khttps://www.etsy.com/ca/shop/BishiCentralMore Like This
First, I will pick a person from the favs on this journal with a random number generator and give them 250 points
It just occurred to me that I am about 9k away from 300k page views.
How about that
I know the last two times I offered a drawing, but unfortunately, I don't have time this year ;_; .
So, for the FIRST PERSON to send me a NOTE (private note) with a screenshot of my 300,000 pageviews, you get a prize
Don't get too excited~
I will send that person either a free bed pillow case or throw pillow case: from my shop :iconinuderpplz:
ANY one of your choice : https://www.etsy.com/ca/shop/BishiCentral
Examples are below:
White Chocolate Raffle WinnersWinners of the raffles!More Like This
First of all I would like to thank everyone who partook in the lottery. I am glad that so many of you liked the idea and decided to share few sweet words with your friends. I read some of your conversations in comment section and wow, some of them were so intense (like, really intense - wow guys get a room LOL OR JUST MARRY HER ALREADY, GEEZ :icondumbledorenoplz.
It took me a while to choose the winners, since there was a number of participants that wasn't viable for the lottery, either because of not fulfilling the primary rules (being my watcher; account has to be at least 2 months old) or not following the two mandatory steps (for example, comment under this journal).
In any case I finally managed to properly choose the random winners and here are the lucky three participants!
White Chocolate Raffle Winners:
Ending wp journals + 200 points give awayFirst thing is that I decided to end the weekly photo journal, it was very fun to make and I'm very glad so many people liked it! But after 30 weeks I think it's time for something new, not sure what though. Anyway thanks a bunch for all the support during these weeks! (And not only these weeks.)More Like This
Second thing I'd like to share is that I'm still not (very) active here at DeviantART, I didn't used my camera for like 2,5 months now O_o Sorry for not responding to your messages/notes. Hope to be back some day, because I miss talking to the people here.
Third thing is that I'll give another 200 points (2x100 ) away to end this and start something new every week (with features), but like I said I don't know what yet.
* just add this journal to your favorites to enter this give away
* 2 winners chosen randomly
A total of 30 weekly photo journals
Meet the Lost-Love PoetsI want to highlight everyone who participated in the "Lost Loves" contest poetry portion. I've sent my recommendations for the winners to :iconteenage-metal-head:, and it wasn't easy to judge who was better than who this time out.More Like This
All of you are up-and-coming poets. My own poetry needs a lot of work. Some of you have written much better stuff than I'll ever write. I'm really admiring of all of you because you tried. You're not scared to publish, you're not scared to have people tell you things you don't want to hear.
I want dA to know who you are, and I'd like it if you supported each other. You've all got great personalities and it was fun to talk to you and comment on your work. I think everyone can benefit from watching you:
1. :iconobsidian-nightfall: - I think I really enjoyed the speed with which you sent an entry. It was a good read, too.
2. :iconxXLeannaXSecretsXx: - your latest, "Run," I
My Lost LoveAh, my lost love, when will you come home?More Like This
Have you lost your way? Have you forgotten the sight of my welcoming smile?
My lost love, do you remember the lightning? We would sit on the cherry red chairs - or perhaps they were raspberry; remember how we used to argue over it playfully? - that my father built, watching the silvery fingers of God light up the sky. Do you remember the hot nights when midsummer storms would draw the entire street onto their porches, and we would call across to everyone, since everyone knew each other in that quaint little town, remarking on how beautiful the night was, dark and stormy and perfect?
Do you, my lost love, recall the time you and I bought ice cream, and you, always cautious, opted for vanilla and I, ever the adventerous one, ordered orange and pineapple? Oh, how I hated orange and pineapple, that horrible mix, and you laughed and laughed over my abhorrence of the two flavors together? Do you remember how you, the loving gentleman, traded me your
ChainedI ran away for the first timeMore Like This
because my courage had been awakened
and had said to myself
After you caught me,
you put your princess
back in your castle,
locked your little canary
in the crystal cage again,
smiled and kissed me
and said I was a good girl
My courage was still breathing
as I screamed
After you let me bleed
and replaced my gypsy blood with blue one,
erected three stone walls, dug three moats
and constructed three labyrinths surrounding us,
broke my phoenix wings
and counted the bones to be sure not one was left intact,
added some bars of the cage, made of steel, stone and diamond
and beset with heated nails,
beat my courage to death
and listened to its heartbeat until there was silence
you were satisfied
smiled and kissed me
and said: I love you
And now you put on your angelic smile
and say: Itīs all on you.
How do you imagine your future?
Am I part of it?
How will I ever be able to say
Sprained HeartSilence containing wordsMore Like This
which fade meaningless
in air, light and space
The sound of loneliness,
striking against my forehead
When I look into your eyes
Sky - no, heaven - is grey
And the emptiness
doesn´t stop repeating our mistakes
Slowly poisoned daylight
Fairy tales always pass into everyday life
And result in a lie
We could have ruled the world
I could have ruled the world
With the simple thought of you by my side
But now I´m just a broken kite
A cooling cigarette
An empty glass
A lifeless doll
when you take a step
there´s nothing but fear
you can´t replace oxygen,
you can´t leave me breathing
Don't LeaveDon't LeaveMore Like This
Her tears mixed with the rain,
Falling down her face.
In pain, sadness, and fear,
Her crying is all you hear.
She runs past in a blur,
Screaming out his name.
Running towards the forest,
Falling at his grave.
Her emotions poured out,
Came out like a waterfall.
"No!" She screamed,
"Don't leave me!!"
Her tears mix with the rain,
Falling down her face.
In pain, sadness, and fear,
Her sobbing is all you hear......
First KissShe dressed in jeans and a low neck line tank top. She dabbed a bit of her home made perfume on her neck and wrists. She put on her crimson red lipstick and pulled her hair into a tight pony-tail. A friend she had asked for a ride from honked the car horn outside. Grabbing her purse, she ran out the door and climbed into the passenger side. This was her first time out without her older brother around.More Like This
Her ride dropped her off outside a busy club and drove away. She walked past the man at the door and inside. The only lights were the black lights above the dance floor and bar. The club was twenty-one and over, but her family had connections. Sitting at the bar, she ordered a soda. She needed a clear head tonight. It was her first time out alone and she didn't want to screw it up.
She looked around the club. The women wore practically nothing and danced like strippers around men and one another. At the bar everyone was obviously drunk, and at the few tables people were making out and fee
Teetering SoulsVirulent intensityMore Like This
Latched to your eyes
Like a sty that will not wane,
You will perpetually be this way.
Tightened hearts of
Battered by violent tangents
Of misplaced love.
I caress the line
Of too much and too little
But I am beamed into
A light of eternal nerves.
Polished tongues with
Flighty and jagged wrings
Of my psyche
Break the tilted knot
We once swore would last.
Tomorrow we will crack glass
As we step over fixtures
Grace no longer delivered.
Tonight we love bodies with
Never Told YouI never really got the chance to tell you...More Like This
That it's you and only you,
always has been...
always will be.
Never told you
your smile is the sun,
it brightens my world.
Never told you
your laugh is music,
it's my escape.
Never told you
your hand in mine is warmth,
with you I never feel cold.
I never told you that I don't just
need you and want you
like everybody else,
And now I'll never be able
to tell you...
We'll ShineheyMore Like This
are you watching?
i hope you are
because i'm going to make it
i'm going to go farther
i'll be the best that i can be
i'll fly until i can't breathe
then i'll beat my wings
until the sun dries my tears
until i'm blind to the dark
and when i land
i'll share that glow.
when people notice
and ask me how I made it
so very, very far
with a smile on my face
that shone like a star
i'm going to tell them
that you pushed me
pulled me, rather
from the Other Side.
are you watching?
i hope you are
because I'm going to do it
that thing they call "living"
i'm going to do it for both of us
we'll shine so much brighter
than we ever could alone.
Calico CatCalico CatMore Like This
Toby was a calico cat. Calico means that he had patches of different colours all over him, like brown and white and orange. Fancy people liked to call the orange “ginger” but it really was orange. Sometimes if you looked at him closely when he was in the sun, you could even see little bits of dark red. He also had grey and black, sometimes in patches and sometimes in stripes. We call a cat with grey and white patches or stripes a “tabby cat”. He had a bit of pink on the bottom of his paws – what people call the “pads” of his feet – and he had four toes – almost like a hand with four fingers but no thumb.
He was a fluffy cat, his fur was so very, very soft it was like stroking a fluffy blanket. His ears kind of looked like triangles, his mouth looked like a circle when he yawned. His toes made oval shapes when he had walked in something wet, or dirty, and left paw-prints on the floor.
Mum loved stroki
The Blue Mirror - PrologueHidden away in the depths of a fortress, a man carrying a staff strode down the seldom used passage. He came to a room that was locked with metal and magic, and reserved for his use only. Eeffal closed his eyes and ignored the sounds surrounding him. The drips that echoed from the stone walls and stealthy scratching of vermin disappeared from his mind. He needed to concentrate to form the silent spell of communication.More Like This
Opening his eyes, he looked into a green framed mirror with murky glass that stood alone in the center of the floor.
Eeffal's smokey and blurred reflection stared back at him. His image, his twin, his master. Though his mirror mouth did not move, a voice issued from the glass surface. "You are doing well, my slave." The master's voice was a bubbling sound, as if spoken under water.
Eeffal's heart skipped as it always did when he heard it. "I have finally found it," the servant said, holding out the staff. It was formed of three woody vines, one black as night and one whi
One Wish Chapter 5More Like This
Having gotten out of school for the day and bandaging up his hand, Garrett along with Pikachu now on his right shoulder, headed downstairs to start the day. In only a few hours a bond had been struck between the two that would last a lifetime. It was strange because from what Garret had seen in the games and the anime, it took time to form that bond. Although, after what Garrett had been through, he would bond with a rock that looked like it was smiling at him.
Upon reaching the bottom of the stairs, Pikachu jumped off his shoulder and took in the room. Pikachu had snuck into the house when Garrett had come home. The house was old and with long hallways that lead to big rooms. At night, no light comes through the windows and Pikachu thought it was a miracle that it didn’t wake up the entire house trying to find Garrett. Albeit, it’s not that hard to find a room with a crying boy in it. From the bottom of the steps there was a huge room. To the immediate left, ther
One Wish Chapter 6Chapter 6More Like This
Now in the bathroom, Garrett placed Pikachu in the bathtub and turned the water on. Pikachu instinctively jumped to the back of the tub to avoid the gushing water. It would take 45 seconds or so for the water to reach Pikachu at the back of the tub. Pikachu gave an uncertain look to Garrett that asked if a bath was necessary.
“Yes you need to take a bath. How else are you going to get that maple syrup off your face and paws?” He asked. Pikachu looked down at its hands and quickly started to quickly lick the maple syrup off its paws. Garrett couldn’t help but chuckle at the futile effort.
“You will still have maple syrup on your face, you know.” He told the frantic mouse. Pikachu was still trying to lick the maple syrup in an attempt to not take a bath. Pikachu stopped right as the warm water touched its toes causing it to jump. Pikachu looked at the skinny young man and saw a reassuring smile.
“Here,” he said as he took his hoodie off
One Wish Chapter 7Chapter 7More Like This
For the first time in months, Garrett didn’t have a nightmare. He was sitting in a field of some sort. It was sunny, with some cloud cover overhead. The temperature was in the low 60’s or high 50’s, the best kind of weather. He could tell it was autumn because all the trees were a mix of bright red, starburst orange, and vibrant yellow, but no leaves were on the ground. He was sitting on a bench, but it wasn’t there a second ago. It didn’t matter though; he was sitting there, listening to some birds chatter off in the distance while the sun warmed his face. Everything was perfect. Nothing there could hurt him. He could just sit there and relax…
Slowly his eyes opened. He still felt exhausted. He suddenly realized Pikachu was in his arms. He never remembered holding Pikachu before he went to sleep. His slight movement from waking up was enough to wake Pikachu as well. With a big yawn, Pikachu rolled over to find Garrett in bed l
One Wish Chapter 4Chapter 4More Like This
“Chuuuuuuuuuu!” Pikachu squeaked in minor distress. Garrett’s eyes shot downward to see what was wrong. Pikachu was no longer hugging him, but trying to get away from the embrace that seemed to go on for an hour.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” Garrett said sincerely. He stopped hugging Pikachu and Pikachu simply took a step back and smiled in response. Then Garrett realized that he was still tired from yesterday’s unfortunate events. Looking at the digital clock next to his lava lamp, he saw it was 3:54.
‘3:54? 5 hours’ worth of rest. A full 8 hours is too much to ask for isn’t it? I still have another 2 hours until I have to get ready for school. School… do I really have to go there again? No, not today. I have to find a way out of it.’ Garrett thought. He slowly looked back at Pikachu. Pikachu’s smile turned into a slight frown wondering what thoughts was going through the tall boy’s mind. This tim
Dream, Believe, InspireDreamsMore Like This
The little window into our inner thoughts,
A Dream can take you places,
It will lead your life,
It will change you
A Dream is what will make us into who we are,
When you Believe in your Dreams,
You will go far,
And accomplish anything you put your mind to,
When you Believe in yourself,
You will be stronger then the rest,
And accomplish the Dreams that you Believe in,
If you truly Believe you will Inspire others,
To follow their Dreams,
When you can Inspire others,
You Believe in yourself,
Can follow your Dreams,
And then you have showed the world,
How to never give up.
Dream, Believe, Inspire,
Show the world what is possible.
Demon Adoration Edit Part 3Chapter 1, Part 3More Like This
It wasn't long before he had caught and eaten two does and killed a rabbit to take to the child. She had made a fire when he returned and had arranged some sticks and leaves into a poor excuse for a shelter. The demon noted that she had made it large enough for him to fit in as well, though it would be cramped. She must have worked hard to make it. He could smell the bit of blood on her hands from the splinters and scrapes she had received for her efforts. He went about cooking her meat without saying a word. He didn't want to sleep in the same area as she. He would be covered in human smell.
When the rabbit was done, he handed it to her. She pulled off some of the meat and held it out to him. He didn't take it, detesting the idea of touching her.
"You said you wanted to eat too," she said, gesturing for him to take the food. He snatched the meat from her little hands and swallowed it whole, deciding not to tell her about the does he had a
Night Chaser02:37am 22nd July - depart from London by commercial jet, business class.More Like This
00:53am 22nd July - arrive in New York an acceptable 7 minutes behind schedule.
Slaying an archangel is hard work. It takes a great deal of study, picking your mark, separating fact from legend, learning your target's tells and vulnerabilities. Even if you succeed, and when I tore Gabriel's crystal heart from his open chest I became one of the precious few who have, there is still the matter of retribution. Angels never forget the death of one of their own, and a legion of these creatures now wait to descend and deliver their vengeance. My only sanctuary is the night. Angels can only exist in light of the sun and as such I owe my continued existence to the wonders of modern technology, which is capable of sending man half way around the globe faster than the approach of the morning sunrise.
I chase the night. Or at least I chase the processed luminance of airports and rail terminals.
I've got an hour and
Two Paths 2: A Decision MadeSister Ormes studies the back of the Prelate Kristaps Dobrogost, as he kneels engaged in his evening devotionals before a carved, oaken likeness of the prophet Cydre. The statue stares ahead with defiant eyes, painted tears streaming down polished cheeks.More Like This
Candlelight flickers across the indigo, velvet robes marking the mans station, as does the heavy, golden ring on his right hand. His right forefinger worries with the ring, his thoughts not on his prayers.
Your Grace, Sister Ormes says in hushed tones that do not dampen the power of her voice, I did not realize you were engaged. I shall return
No. Dobrogosts voice is high and hurried. He rises, with a whisper of velvet, and turns to face the old nun, his manner devoid of his usual air of authority. Did she do the thing? Is it done?
Yes, she answers. Steely, resolute. It is done.
The prelate advances, quickly at first, but then catches himself, as
The Angel in the House"Dearest?"More Like This
"Dearest, there, did you hear ?" But his voice trailed off with a glance at her blank little face, tilted at him with feline confusion. He rose the paper to the level of his nose and rustled it nervously. "Don't trouble yourself, I'm sure it's nothing "
Yet there it was again, he could feel the vibrations in his chair! His wife's obvious inability to hear it made him loathe to admit this, however, and he slouched lower under the breakfast table, observing her over the top of the business section.
She was an uncanny creature, he had to admit. Their courtship had been brief and perfunctory, more compelled into occurrence through their families than any actual inclination. And yet, he had come to love her in some fashion. The silent way she slid about the breakfast table; the sweep of dark hair against her pale forehead; the classic curve of her nose; her dainty, dexterous hands fluttering as she cleared up the plates. There were times when he wished he could em
How the Fairytale EndsI remember lying in the dark the night after we killed the troll. My bandaged side hurt like hell, and I thought maybe the arrow the monster had used had been poisoned. I shivered at the thought and pulled my cloak farther up to my chin. This left my feet, bare, of course, so I sighed heavily as I tried to bend down and cover them again. I had barely moved before he was there, pushing me back down gently and settling his own cloak over me.More Like This
"Idiot," I heard him mutter.
I fell asleep with a grin on my weary face.
That I can remember clearly, though it seems so long ago now.
This journey of the king's faithful young knight and a starry-eyed tomboy started months even before then, in the days when we were still infected with those twin diseases, stupidity and recklessness. Others called it youth and bravery. I've discovered there's very little difference, really.
Either way, here we are now, on the cusp of victory. Soon, our trial will be over. It's what he always wanted.
I glance to my si