::Iheart's Writing Commissions::

Well, I tried art commissions, but they stress me out and are kinda annoying. So, I figured writing might be a better opportunity to raise TU.

I can do most anything, but I am best at character deions and poems. Ask me if you need something other than character deions and poems.

Do not steal my writing, and I will also tell you if I am unable to fill your commission.

::Types::

Character Deions

This refers to roleplaying characters and the likewise. I go into immense detail, and use elevated language and the likewise. There are two different types of character deions, personality and appearance. Personality deions require a list of character traits, attitudes, and peeves. Appearance deions require a picture.

Poems

For poems, specify what the poem is about, type of poem (i.e, free verse, couplet, haiku), and any other details you would like me to include.

::Prices::

Please pay me beforehand. I have dealt with people who did not give me my share of money after a commission. I do guarantee, however, that I will provide you the said writing. Otherwise, I will refund you 100%.

100 words is 100k. Likewise, 101 words is 101k. I also take things other than pure.

::Slots::

Art will be completed in from one hour to a week, depending on the complexity of the work.

[Slot 1]

[Slot 2]

[Slot 3]

::Form::

Fill this in to set a commission:

Type of writing (Poem, Character Deion, etc.):

Format (Poems only):

Subject Matter/Details/Pictures:

Price range:

Other:

::Examples::

Night

The silken shroud clings desperately to Atlas' heels;

The bane of young child to which clouded realm steals;

Afternoon's tomb, o'er which humble cloud looms;

Who steals the day as a thief hoards his wealth

And flees the scene, the epitome of stealth;

Which turns hymn to dirge and jubilance submerge

And casts a shadow upon monuments below...

Tears the veil of the morn, allows stars to be born;

Cajoles the dagger from sheath onto every man's wreath;

Fills the gauntlet till brims, condones callous sins;

Sends earth into plight, O, behold the dank night.

(Something this length world be 95k.)

Dreams

Vivid dreams are but desirous lies,

Whimsical ponderings of those who sleep,

Some forgotten, others latch-keep.

Sonnets of p*censored*ion, tragedies of woe, 

 Ballads of servants turned fabled hero. 

 Taste of whiskey upon scarlet tongue, 

 Spawned yet another melody sung. 

 Little faeries prance afoot, 

 ‘Round fire, dancing with ashes and soot. 

 Seize life, ye young travelers, roam; 

 Spring from decrepit past-life’s tomb. 

 Spend golden treasure you greedily reap

From miser’s realm of dreaming-sleep.

(Something this length would be 78k.)