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2022 Commissions | Buy 1, Get 1 Half Off!

Jan 13, 2022

Hello! ~ Thought I should update my Commissions Journal and also add a Buy 1, Get 1 Half Off for a little while since I am in a small financial bind - mildly self inflicted but not intentionally. I recently moved and left my old job, which is still a 40 minute drive away, for a new and local job and intended to only take a week or so off - which I was comfortably financially set for - but I am not prepared financially to pay a month's worth of bills which appears to be the amount of time it's going to take me to get placed at my new job. I would rather not return to my old job because the drive is barely worth the pay so I want to see if I can somehow supplement my pay with commissions - just enough to put enough money in my account to pay for my car payment. My goal is about $150-200 although my car payment is more than that, I still have money set aside. I just would feel a little more comfortable if I earned money in the meantime, you know? ♥ Without further ado... SKETCHES: $3-5

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3231, 53 | EBS Losers' Round Two

Orizuru nursed her bruises and wounded pride. Orio would never let her hear the end of it once she got home, losing in the first round. While his own campaign had been just as pitiful, at least he had inexperience to defend himself. She had the talent, the skill, she was the headline match. Not only did she lose, but she was so hopelessly outmatched she failed to land a blow to Avicula at all. People had joked of the 'War of Princesses'. It was not a war, nor did Orizuru consider herself a princess. After the formalities, Avicula had ascended to untouchable. She did accept it. She had prepared herself for defeat from the moment she had heard

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Don't Race Mares

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Araneae’s ears shot forward as the trumpet sounded ahead of them, and her small jockey was lifted onto her back. Tingles ran down her legs in anticipation as they moved from the paddock onto the stone path, and her handler directed her in line behind a dark bay stallion with a braided tail. She pranced excitedly as people along the path snapped photos of her, and she would’ve puffed up her manes dramatically for the attention if only her handler hadn’t shaved them down the night before. The jockey on her back shifted his weight around and she pulled her ears back, wishing her other jockey was on her back instead of this man.

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MQ | Morning Berries

Tanith stepped gingerly over a fallen log, her tail snagging slightly on the rough and rotting bark, though she didn't mind, really. The morning mist that claimed the mountains at sunrise was thick and she moved through it like a ghost: slowly and silently. She enjoyed the quiet of the morning, when twilight beams from the rising sun tickled the shadows caused by the thick tree growth around her. She liked it much better than she liked the pervasive noon time sun, it's rays thrusting through the canopy with a violence that Tanith couldn't abide. The only time light needed to be that violent was during a storm; the shooting arc

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UPFA Tournament | Round 3| Fus vs Vos

Cel practically had to drag Fus from the ring after his match with Serpens. The male gave the stallion a splash over the head with ice cold water. That hit Fus like a ton of bricks and brought him out of the spell of exhaustion. His ears were still ringing and he still had the sinking feeling that his stomach was filled with bricks. He watched Cel as the male brought a bucket under his hand before whipping a sleek knife from his pocket and with a quick movement sliced the flesh of his palm he brought both bleeding hand and bucket to Fus and rubbed the blood from his hand on the stallion's muzzle. The metallic smell assaulted Fus' nose and he

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