COMMISSIONS Closed/SHOP OPENED#ATTENTION, PLEASE#
ALL COMMISSION SLOTS ARE TEMPORARILY CLOSED
In the meantime, I'm very happy to announce te OPENING OF MY ART SHOP ON REDBUBBLE!!
RITAMIRA ON REDBUBBLE
I'm also under the Partner Program, expecially for the Fanart I made about We Bare Bears and Steven Universe. That means I'll make more very soon
Go take a look if you please! I'll be posting more artwork soon!
COMMISSIONS will be opened again after some work priorities I have to take care of.
Keep an eye on this journal for the exact date I will do.
Thank you for your patience!
#IMPORTANT NOTE# Even if I used to do them before, I'm closing the EXPRESSIONS CHARTS tier form now on. For the slot "Pencil Lineart" (full figure or half body) only the listed options will be accepted as surplus.
COMMISSIONS DETAILS BELOW:
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I listed two categories of commissions: CHARACTER DESING (f
Commissions Price ListTrying to raise money to help pay for my upcoming wedding. Who knew even simple weddings could be so expensive ;_;. Anyway, it would mean so much to me if you would commission me for some artwork! You can check out my Facebook for some reviews and examples below. At least spread the word? Thank you! ❤️
Before you message me for commissions please make sure to read my Terms of Service at the bottom of this list!
The TimeDance Adventures Chapter 5 (Ishimura #2)Brooklyn had never awoken from his stone slumber in such a way. On the rooftop of the temple, he greeted the night as he faced inward, away from the horizon. Another blatant reminder that he wasn't home. Yet the strong mountain breeze seemed to whisk away any chance homesick thoughts as he yawned, breaking the stone skin from his exterior. He found himself choking briefly on the unexpected, potent air current. After regaining composure, he noticed the other gargoyles awakening with a sort of anticipation of the wind; some stretched and turned towards the breeze, while other used it to drift down to the courtyards below. Brooklyn took a moment to close his eyes and relish the sweet, yet powerful, breeze. It wasn’t home, it could never be. But it was nice.
Fu-Dog whimpered excitedly and looked down from the wall at the gargoyle beasts wandering about the gardens.
"You're so needy." Brooklyn grunted as he lifted Fu-Dog and glided down to the gardens. Fu-Dog immediately took off and