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ART COMMISSIONS
💸 Payment: Paypal Invoices, Ko-fi, Mercadopago (Argentina only)⏳ Turnaround: 1-2 weeks (depends on complexity, will update often)💌 Communication: discord (alumort) or inboxBackground: +50%Extra character: +50%Base color: 5usd
Headshot: 7usd
Chibi: 10usd
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Full body: 15usd
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WRITING COMMISSIONS
💸 Payment: Paypal Invoices, Ko-fi, Mercadopago (Argentina only)⏳ Turnaround: 1-2 weeks (depends on complexity, will update often)💌 Communication: discord (alumort) or inboxBiographies: price start at 10usd, the price is higher if you want the biography to be longer.
Stories: Price per word 0.03usd / 100 words for 3usd. Maximum wordcount for stories is 4k; we can discuss if you want a longer story, or a recopilation of chapters instead of just an "one-shot".
500 words -> 15usd
1.000 words -> 30usd
And so on.
BIOGRAPHY EXAMPLES
Smoke
Personality:
Smoke is a rather quiet person, calculating and untrusting, although he has a soft spot for small families who don’t want to pick a fight, not harming them and even giving them tips about safe spots.
Being serious and silent is what made him survive in the destroyed country he lives in and so, he’s not fond of noisy or careless people.
Persistence and patience are some of his principal qualities, even if luck is not by his side most of the time. He’s determined to get to his goals, which mostly involve finding food and medical supplies nowadays.
He is a man that shows whenever he dislikes someone or something just with his expression, and it can be a nuisance sometimes. Smoke has a tendency to be pessimistic; the world around him is not very bright, and it’s hard to not be negative with the current situation. He has explored countless countries, and everything was destroyed, so hope about a better life is slowly fading away…
Details:
He has multiple piercings and he gets more whenever it’s safe enough to do so, although it hasn’t happened in some years. Smoke does his own piercings via boiling water and putting a needle inside, waiting some minutes until it’s usable.
He doesn’t have many friends, but enjoys being with the few people he still trusts, although Smoke doesn’t know where they are now. They might meet again one day, and it’s something he looks forward to.
Smoke doesn’t have one single hideout- he has multiple around the world, which are used when he needs to do long travels. He has few things so nothing gets left behind, but whatever’s too big for his back remains buried under the ground, so nobody else is able to find it.
He has always wanted a tattoo, but there aren’t many skilled artists left in the world. Plus, the needles used to draw on skin must be really dirty, and Smoke doesn’t really want to risk
Bag:
Smoke keeps a first aid kit in his bag, which is crucial for living in a wasteland.
He tries to have some empty bottles in case he manages to find some water, which he then carries back to his hideout to boil for consumption.
Whenever he finds a gas mask that’s more-or-less usable, he saves it in his bag. One can never be careful enough with those things.
Cigarettes are a scarce resource, yet Smoke tends to find them around. It’s the only thing he uses without controlling himself, as cigarettes help him relax and calmness is something extremely needed in a destroyed world.
Even if he’s never going to use it, he keeps a hair tie with a little pink heart attached to it. It used to belong to his mother, and Smoke always feels a warm sensation inside of his chest whenever he looks at the little thing.
History:
When he was younger and peace still existed, Smoke lived with his mom, who worked really hard just so they both managed to be fed. It was hard to make ends meet, but they were happy with each other's company.
The city they lived in was noisy, and it was hard to think or study in their small apartment. But this problem didn’t last long- in fact, Smoke barely remembers how the world sounded before the catastrophe, which resulted in the destruction and decline of the world.
His mother took care of him for a couple of years, managing to learn how to survive while teaching her tricks to her son. But she died when some raiders invaded their small home, killing her without mercy and laughing at the now-orphan Smoke, who was unable to fight back.
Since then, Smoke has been alone most of the time, only talking with people who used to live near his apartment back when the world was still healthy. Traveling from place to place, he has grown experienced in surviving, doing it more to honor his mother than for himself.Valk
Valk is an Arctic wolf that lives in Canada, in a small house in the middle of nowhere with her boyfriend. He has a small dinosaur plushie that's usually around him, and doesn't tend to let it go; it's a plushie of Nessie from Apex Legends, he loves it.
One of her dreams is being a cowboy, but she's actually too scared to touch a horse. It's something they think about often nonetheless.
They tend to like a lot of people at the same time, to which their boyfriend doesn't mind much. Febreeze is her best friend, and they play video games together all day long. The games they enjoy the most are: Apex Legends, Valorant, Dead by Daylight and sometimes Overwatch. Valk likes dressing like Mikaela from Dead by Daylight because he finds it fun.
While her favorite season is Winter, she doesn't mind the heat of Summer; she doesn't particularly like it but it's not a thing she hates, unless it's too extreme.
What they really don't like is bugs, they're too annoying for her fur. They get more annoying in the Summer, which irritates her at times, yet there's nothing to do apart from using tons of spray every single day.
Valk and her boyfriend tend to travel the world whenever they have a chance, taking countless pictures of beautiful landscapes and sometimes printing them to decorate their little house. Mountains, lakes, forests… There's at least one image of each environment, photographed with all of the love in the world.
Before moving in with their boyfriend, Valk lived in the city, but he didn’t like it; it was too noisy for her ears, and their partner thought the same. So they saved money for years until finally, they were able to leave the city behind. Sometimes they go only to visit their family and friends, but Valk doesn’t like being there more than necessary.
Valk is an optimistic person and likes to talk, always checking on her friends and trying to cheer them up when they’re sad. He tends to crush on people easily and wants their attention, which his boyfriend doesn’t mind too much as those crushes often go away quickly and Valk is a really loyal person. Although, she tends to be really impatient and irritable, things that are mostly seen when she plays video games that require a good amount of concentration.Morta
Morta is an anthropomorphic cat with silver tabby fur, with blue eyes and no paw pads, and she’s usually seen wearing the upper half of a tuxedo. She’s an adult female who… obtains valuable possessions of people who don’t need them anymore for a living, by digging up abandoned graves who nobody but her knows about. It’s not wrong if nobody will care… and maybe she also takes things off graves that a little bird tells her hold even more interesting objects to sell.It’s not as easy as Morta makes it seem, though. Sometimes, the corpses she finds underneath the ground aren’t fully dead– zombies are fiercely protective creatures even when their brains are rotten, and Morta ended up with damage in her right eye and in her tail. She wears a black eyepatch and a bandage to cover each individual injury, not willing to accidentally hurt herself again and hiding them from prying eyes.Morta is a playful cat, always eager to find new treasures in graveyards and hidden tombs. She likes making jokes and goofing off, but she's easily frustrated whenever whatever she unburies doesn't have anything but old bones.Her favorite things in the world are a good coffee cup and anything that sparkles, and many have called her a magpie due to her tastes– sometimes, Morta doesn't sell all her findings, keeping a couple of them for her personal collection for only her to admire. Necklaces, crystals; anything that shines and you can name, Morta keeps it.Not everything is good for her, though. In her countless adventures and 'work trips', Morta faces extreme danger– and not only her tail and eye have suffered. A werecat curse spreaded through her veins, forcing her to turn into an extremely vicious version of herself whenever a full moon shines through the sky; two saber-like canine fangs appear from her mouth whenever this transformation takes place, her eye becomes red and her height becomes around 9 feet.To say that it's hard to control would be an understatement. Morta keeps no memories of these episodes, turning into an aggressive creature who will strike with no provocation at all, leaving only a trail of blood in her fur as evidence of her shenanigans.It was yet another secret she had to keep hidden from everyone, deciding to simply hang out in graveyards in order to avoid being seen by anybody. Perhaps, in a distant future, Morta will be able to speak about her mysteries with someone– but for now, only the dead will know.
STORY EXAMPLES
My star
extract:“And you’re always making sure I’m alright, like today. I thought I was doing a good job hiding how I was feeling… but you always know, that’s impressive,” the bard whispered, receiving soft chuckles in response– interrupted only by its own yawning, to which Astarion smirked and embraced once more, not minding that it pretty much decided to hide on his arms.
Tiredness was already taking over after their mind got a small break from everything around them; there was no pain that they couldn't ignore anymore, not when their boyfriend was around and simply allowed them to rest on him. Carefully caressing its hair every now and then, helping it relax even more.
“I know you, Barry. We've been together for a long time, and you're… an open book, really. Or rather, a music sheet with the most beautiful melody I’ve ever known,” Astarion exclaimed, resting his head on top of Barry's as he spoke, humming when his partner looked up at him in silence with a tired smile on their face. “It's quite late already, and everyone must be getting ready for bed. And, I can just tell you're going to fall asleep on me… would you like to go back to the camp?”
There was no trace in the sky of the sun anymore as the soft shine of the stars and the moon now illuminating the world through the dark, night taking over yet the bard was not afraid– its partner could see even without lights, and he always made sure to hold its hand on unmarked paths whenever its eyes weren’t enough. Another yawn escaped from their lips and soon the two of them got up, walking side to side towards the camp without saying much, stealing soft kisses from each other every now and then.
Hot spring
extract:“I… There's a lot going on, mi cielo. I don't even know where to start,” Aquilo admitted, letting out a shaky sigh that was visible due to the low temperatures. His lips trembled again. “It's just… I still feel out of place in the Clan. I know I'm welcome there! Yet…”
He didn't need to finish his sentence, knowing well his husband would understand.
“You feel like a foreigner still,” Ingo added as he looked away, making sure their steps were firm on the treacherous snowy ground, not wanting either of them to get hurt by accident. “I know what you mean. When the Pearl Clan kindly took me in after losing all my memories, I felt the same way– sometimes, I still do. It's normal to feel this way.”
His heart kept hurting deep, deep inside, even though his partner was trying to cheer him up. Of course Aquilo knew about his situation as a foreigner on Hisui, they had spoken countless times about the few things they could remember about their faded pasts, yet to know that Ingo still felt strange in his home… would that sensation ever leave their souls, now that their child had been born? Aquilo had begun to miss Frederic, even if he was exhausted from his quite recent birth and sleepless nights.
Anxiety was horrible to him, and doubt consumed his brain– they arrived at the hot springs in no time, and they began taking their clothes to relax in the warm water, yet Aquilo still had an uneasy feeling in the depths of his soul.
Illusions of time
extract:His throat felt clogged, and his chest was heavy. He left the room, and none of his coworkers batted an eye at his rush – okay, sometimes he just started to run around, but it was still strange that nobody looked up from their screens.
It was like his legs were filled with fresh cement, as his legs slowed down with every single step. Julian touched his own neck for a second; breathing was starting to be a complicated task, his lips trembled and his entire body shook. There was a weird feeling in his eyes, an itch of sorts, but the man ignored it and kept running through the hallways without an actual path in mind.
Well rested
extract:His eye was closed. For once, it didn’t feel heavy, but the warmth that surrounded his body made him remain in bed. He felt refreshed, and nothing but calmness was inside of his mind. Rip wanted to continue sleeping, but he felt no tiredness; although, something was holding him, and his instincts forbid him of moving. Curiosity won over sleepiness; what was behind him? For all he knew, it was an enemy, even if his heart told him he was safe.
Somehow, it calmed him even if only for a moment. Suspicion appeared inside of his brain at seeing an unfamiliar place, and two arms surrounding him. He could hear the breathing of another being coming from behind his body, slow and steady, definitely asleep. With a closer look, the hand of the unknown person had a familiar shade of black nail polish, and- oh, fuck.
What the hell had happened the previous night? Those were KC’s hands. He was in their arms, for heaven’s sake. And he had no memory of getting to her apartment, much less falling asleep at her side! Rip could feel his face warming up, and his lips trembled softly without control. His heart had never beaten as fast as it did at that exact moment.
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