My Commissions - CLOSED

Prices vary, depending on what you want, and I'm NOT limited to these bases you see!

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You can choose from any of these bases! The main price is 35 , but for some of the simpler ones it can be as little as 20

I'll do a set of icons for 20 extra per icon!

Also, these icons are generally 50-65 , depending on what you want, of course:



Examples of my pixel icons:

Want a stamp? It can be a support stamp, fanbase stamp, funny stamp, emote stamp, anything! Please provide pictures/drawings you want me to use and give specifics on background colors, text colors, borders, and everything! Stamps range from 5-20

Examples of my stamps:

Author Literature Tags:
Anything you want! I've done digital ones, splatter paint ones, and everything! Price ranges from 8 - 30

Examples of my author literature tags:


Icons:
These are non-pixelated icons, which I rarely do but will do if you want them Price ranges from 15-30 These include group icons!!!

Examples of my icons:

Custom box backgrounds are for premium members only!!! because only they can use them. Some of the ones below you can purchase for use now, but others are commissioned by deviants. Price goes from 20 - 40

Examples of my custom box backgrounds:

I'm getting better at journal skins and CSS coding, so please feel free to get one! They are for premium members only!!! because only they can use them. Price is 120 Please provide me with all the details, or I must suck them out of you haha

Examples of my journal skins:
   

The sky is the limit when it comes to emotes! I can really do anything you want! Price could range from 5 - 100 (for bigger emotes or longer animations) you can have multiple emotes, any colors you want, and I can even make it a plz account for a few extra points!

Examples of my emoticons: (some of these have won contests and awards)
  (this is perhaps the longest emote animation on dA, an emote movie )

I'll write anything for you (except for anything that would conflict with my moral/religious beliefs)! Short stories, prefaces to a story you want to write but just can't start (I'm best at beginnings and endings haha), poems, song lyrics, fanfics, even character bios, anything! I personally think I'm a good writer... some of my writings have won contests on dA. Price ranges from 20 - 100 , depending on length and genre.
Examples of my literature:
The Swan SongAuthor's Note: This story is based on my story The Perfect Storm. However, this is only a one-shot and therefore these events never happened in the main story itself and never will!
Something went wrong.  Something felt wrong.  The girl's senses slowed until she was seeing the world tilt as she fell forward onto the deck of the ship.  She struggled to remember how to breathe.
She tried to think of how she got here.  What had happened?  She remembered the pirate coming toward her with a gun, hitting her over the head.  That had only disoriented her, though.  Something else had happened afterward that she couldn't remember.  Her vision blurred as she raggedly gasped.  There was someone she wanted with her… who was it?
Then she heard a shouting above the chaos of the fighting. "Felicia!" came the voice, closer now.  Or was it further away? "Felicia!  Oh no." The unknown face behind the voice she knew so well caref Read Any Good Books Lately?I saw you yesterday
For the first time...
In a long time.
I saw you from far away
And my heart
Did that thing
That they talk about in Disney movies.
It fluttered.
Then when you came over
You smiled that smile
That makes me want to hate you
Because I know you can't be mine.
Not yet, anyway.
And when you hugged me
Like it was nothing
My dad's back was turned.
You didn't think anything of it
Because you didn't know
The clandestine conversations
That scared them and haunted me
From the last time I saw you.
But I made sure
His back was turned.
If it hadn't been,
I don't know what
I would've done.
Why did you risk it all?
But despite my father
And despite your father,
I want to plan a dream with you.
Let's plan a dream,
Much like you would plan
A road trip;
We are both well aware
Of the destination,
But the intricate back roads
That we will use
Are currently undefined.
The conversation won't lull,
I'm sure.
It never does with you.
When we aren't singing those songs
That nobody pays at Rainbow Dash and the Wonder TrialsRainbow Dash growled in irritation, flapping her wings hard and fast to get away from it.  She didn't want to push away, but she felt like she had to.  Maybe they would change their minds…  "The Wonder Trails are stupid anyway," she muttered to herself, but then she groaned.  She knew it wasn't true.  The Wonder Trails meant everything to her!  How could the Wonderbolts say that she wasn't worthy?
Rainbow Dash felt tears escaping from the corners of her wide eyes.  She angrily flew on, trying to ignore the feelings that haunted her.  Suddenly, she collided with someone else midair.  Her wings tangled together with another's.  Crying out, Rainbow Dash tried to free herself and see who she had connected with, but all she could see was the closely approaching ground.  It was speeding toward her faster than she could bear.
Then the pony tore free, flying up with a grunt.  Rainbow Dash spun in the air and tried to balance herself. The Superhero Who Made My LunchI grew up watching
A superhero make my lunch,
And send me off to school
In that big old yellow bus
She was pretty, and loving
And perfect no matter what,
The chore-giving superhero
Who made better scraped knees and cuts
She gave me advice and
Right from wrong she made clear
As I grew older and more naive,
But she was always a dear
And troubles came along
Like a storm upon the sea
And since he had fallen,
The world was naught, but for she
That superhero still made my lunch
But she went and cried at night
How could I know? What could I do?
I never saw such a sight
She was brave and courageous,
Strong and bold, and to accomplish everything
No one could tell her that she
Could fly again with such battered wings
But now that I am older
And a hint wiser, too,
I see what has been held in for so long,
After all, it is true
Her eyes do not sparkle
Like they did before
Her emotions are trembling,
And brought to the fore
Now I see a battered soul
I see her break down and cry
I see a storm My Life's Story - Dialogue"That's quite a beautiful ring.  I haven't noticed it before."
"Thank you."
"Could I ever borrow it?  Keep it even?"
"When did you become so greedy?"
"It's only a question."
"Sorry, but this ring is sentimental."
"So that would be... a 'no'?"
"I'm not interested in giving it away, trading it, or selling it."
"Who gave it to you?  Something sentimental is never bought."
"Someone special."
"A friend?"
"Yes, of course."
"A boy?  A boyfriend?"
"You know I've never had a boyfriend."
"So you're not engaged?"
"Of course not!  Besides, it's on my right hand."
"So, who gave it to you?  Why is it such a secret?"
"I never mentioned secrets, but I'm certainly not going to tell you."
"You have a boyfriend."
"I do not!  Quit pestering me!"
"So a girlfriend gave it to you?"
"That word makes me a bit uncomfortable."
"Girlfriend?  Fine.  A friend who happens to be a girl gave this to you, correct?"
"Sure."
"Then why would it be so sentimental?  And why Learning LoveI found myself sitting in a language class for a language I still can't understand how I came to even want to learn, let alone be brave enough to attempt.
I listened as closely as I could without my eyes crossing and my head swarming with characters as Indian children around me raised their hands and answered questions in the language that even they had to come to know better.
Hindi.
I looked down at the page Linda gave me to follow along, seeing as I was unprepared.  My fingers drifted to the fringe of my tunic, which I nervously played with.  They just appeared at my house, Linda and Erin, dressed in their Indian garb ready for breakfast. "Where's your Indian today?" they teased, so I had to go change, of course.  I loved the teal blue color of the pants under my tunic and the unique pink and green that complimented it in the jewels that somehow managed to fall off the dress every time I wore it.
There was never an end to those little things though;

I made some gallery folders for myself so I became comfortable enough with them that I'll take commissions for them! (I can make them for any gallery folder, even if it's inside another one) I decided on the price as follows: 10 for each icon.  For every 5 you buy, you get one free! If you would like a little icon on the folder (look at some of mine for examples), it just costs 2 extra .

You must visit my gallery to see my folders!

I can try pretty much anything else I DON'T DRAW!!! I can't I'm willing to try pixel sprites (which I have done) and pixel pagedolls, as well as pretty much any deviantIDs or other stuff your heart desires maybe even REQUESTED custom adopts!