Advance info on Commissions (PLEASE REBLOG!)
I need to do something to bring in money to help out with the baby expenses — money’s a little bit tight even with taking advantage of the help offered, I want to do the best I can for little Dante so… I am planning on taking commissions. Once I have a bank account/paypal/etc. set up to do so, that is.
I only plan to offer sketches, lineart and digital flat-colors (at first) — planned starting rates are:
-$2.50 for a sketch,
-5$ for lineart
-7$ or so for flat colors.
Additional charges for 3+ characters and detailed backgrounds — but I haven’t finalized what the rates will be for that.
So, if you’re interested and would like to know when this will be opened up, just send me an ask/follow me. I will be posting updates as I work towards this goal. I do hope to eventually be able to offer full-color (shading, highlight, etc.,) in both traditional and digital mediums but that will come after I can invest in a graphics tablet and new coloring supplies.
If you send an ask you can get a reserved spot for the future when commissions are opened— guaranteeing you will get one if you are interested. This will likely be done before the official “TAKING COMMISSIONS” post — I may also ask permission to use said commission as an example of previous work in my commission advert post.
Thank you, I can’t wait to start drawing stuff for everyone!
Heartstrings (Dec. 2008)
Easily broken and torn apart,
the tiny strings that hold the heart,
keeping it together in the dark of night,
darling I was blinded by your light.
But none of this is right.
Because you’re nothing but good,
and love, I’m nothing but bad,
so let’s do what we know we should,
this is the best we’ve ever had.
But love, it’s got to end.
So I’m cutting my heartstrings,
I’m letting you go,
I still love you, I hope you know,
you gave me my wings.
You helped me to fly.
But now it’s time to fall.
Fade (Sept. 2009)
To fade away at daylight’s end,
like twilight’s golds so fleeting
like summer’s warmth which must extend
to winter autumn’s greeting.
As by and by, the night descends
the cities turn to sleeping
as the change in dearest friends
can bring the strong to weeping.
Bitter (Mar. 2010)
Love is such a bitter thing,
painful, aching, dreadful sting,
tearing at my fragile heart
a game against me from the start
dripping, ripping vibrant red
the pounding in my chest is dread
staring through the looking glass
love pulls a trigger & holds it fast
it’s grip is like an iron maw
the ice of me begins to thaw
and I don’t want to melt away
in winter’s grip I wish to stay
let hatred hold my frozen heart
let love leave leave and fall apart
no stirring of these gentle emotions
I do not want such foreign notions
take away what I feel for you
unless, that is…
you feel it too…
A Plea for Affection
Please warm my blood with your silken touch,
fill my white cheeks with a rosy red flush
light a fire in my frozen veins
caress me, hold me, erase all my pains.
Your whispered words make me feel alive,
your soft voice sends shivers down my spine.
The fragrance of you makes my heart skip a beat;
the ice of my skin melts to your burning heat.
Kiss me softly with white-hot lips,
trailing scratch-marks under your fingertips,
thin red lines marring frozen skin,
a lingering evidence of our lust,
Pulled into the quick flowing current of passion,
bodies intertwined in an deep ocean of satin,
my lips tremble,as I whisper your name,
the raging inferno dwindles to a flickering flame.
But the warmth never stays, the chill will return,
the blood will refreeze, the candle won’t burn.
I wish that the heat of our love would last,
your affection passes by all too fast…
Empty is just another feeling,
one you get when the mind is reeling,
when you just can’t get anything right,
how it feels when it’s always night
Glass Walls (Jun. 2008)
I sleep in a room with glass walls
everything that goes on outside, I see
but inside the walls, no one sees me.
Watching the world going on outside,
in this little glass room I sit and hide
I want to go out, but there’s no door.
I don’t know when I went inside,
when the adventurous spirit within me died,
and left a nervous and timid shell to live on.
I let it all pass me by,
and I try not to let it effect me
but eventually it will.
The glass will come down someday,
and around me it will shatter
and then the real life will begin.
The life that will matter.
if ever you leave (Oct. 2009)
bruises mar her porcelain skin,
stretched so tightly, so frail & thin,
her heart beats like an angel’s wings
her voice reminds me of tender things.
how holding tightly, i stole her away,
took her into the night & stole the day
holding tightly, i did her harm,
no shelter from the raging storm.
but all i’ve done has been for love
so sweet, given by the lord above,
for tenderly, i say, and she’ll see
“I’ll die if ever you leave me.”
Scarlet Reborn (Jun. 2008)
Reprise of the night,
the stars are alight
velvet black and ink.
The birthing of day,
is a golden play
of vibrant orange and pink.
And Death of the morn,
bright scarlet reborn—
is lingering on the brink.
I Want (Jan. 2010)
You beg me to stop.
But I can’t.
I can’t stop breathing you in,
can’t stop aching to feel you,
to be part of you.
I want to tear you apart
in the most loving way
and only because I want you
all over my skin and in my hair -
it would be so natural.
I want to dig my fingers in
and leave red marks all over you,
cut down deep and taste you,
because God knows you’d taste so good.
You beg me to let go
but I can’t.
You’re holding me hostage,
keeping me close to your chest,
taunting me when you deny me
what I have the right to.
But I don’t want to let go,
I want to hold on tight
and dig in deep - break the skin
and break the spirit.
I want to lick up the blood
because it comes from you.
I want to walk all over you
and feel your bones against mine -
so sharp under your white skin,
they can cut me as surely as
I can cut you.
I want to breathe in your last breath,
let you shudder beneath me,
feel the last beating of your tender heart,
as you finally, finally, surrender yourself to me -
I want to be the last thing you see.
I love you.
Vampire (Sept. 2008)
Gods on the machine,
an unfolding scene,
putrid and pallid,
the dead man’s dream.
Walk in the shadows,
out of mind out of sight,
Like snakes in the grass,
the devil’s delight
To run red on pale pink,
over gleaming, pearly white,
a second to stop, think,
and you’re out like a light.
For Little Girls (Sept. 2008)
All these dreams revert to screams
when ribbons run red down my my cheeks.
My thoughts are bent on the heaven-sent,
to bring me to my knees.
I see the dying of the night
in eyes burned black by the light,
is this how it’s meant to be?
Alone by the phone for the call that never comes.
I am lost in what I have found.
And the remains of my illusions lay all around.
So rock me to sleep,
my dreams to keep
me dying alone how I long
for the touch warm on pale cold skin
these pretenses are so thin.
I look in the mirror and I see,
all that there is left of me
the scars and broken wings and chains
drawn in dark red to heal the pains.
Back and down swept away
I lay, I lay,
they call to me,
the birds are black.
The birds are raven ebony.
They circle, how they circle,
above me so tenderly.
Will they not come down to play?
They come down, down and down
but they are not to play
no games and dolls are for little girls
and I am all but grown.
Bittersweet (Oct. 2008)
You hold me close
and you whisper your lies
in tenderness cloaked,
I fall back, close my eyes.
Your love is like murder
and your kisses can marr
let’s take this further
and make a beautiful scar.
Your fingers, so warm
make a trail down my spine,
and how they tried to warn
me, but it’s too late this time.
I’ve given in,
to your kisses so sweet,
they trail on my skin,
The weather had been unbearable the last few weeks, as the slush slowly building up in the gutters could attest to. The sky was gray and an uncaring, icy wind swept through the streets. Ryan Thomas, eighteen-year-old Cambion and Paranormal Investigator slogged through said streets with determination, headed towards his destination: a meeting with a girl who had sought out the ISIP for help. Although his specialty was combat, thanks to a copious amount of Charm (a gift from his Incubus father), Ryan was more than competent at recruiting new members… Even if his personality was normally lackluster.
He breathed a sigh of relief when he finally arrived at the designated meeting place, a rather popular coffee shop not far from downtown. Narrowly avoiding a falling pile of sludge, he ducked into the warm air of the shop. Almost immediately the scent of fresh baked goods and roasting coffee beans filled his nose and the Cambion couldn’t resist a smile.
He glanced around the room, failing to find anyone matching the description he was given, Ryan sat down at the table nearest the door and waited.