Art:Art price sale!
(None atm)
PM me about human art!
1 app = 950 mush
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Normal Prices:
Banner: 6 - 13 apples
Canine Full Body: 3 - 10 apples
Canine Bust Shot: 2 - 5 apples
Canine Headshot: 1 - 2 apples
Canine Ship Art: 4 - 15 apples
Human Art: 10 - 20 apples
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(ART COMES WITH BACKGROUND, I DONT CHARGE EXTRA)
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Examples
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Form:
(PLEASE FILL THIS OUT IN THE PM YOU SEND)
Name:
Oc(s):
Headshot or Fullbody?
Pose:
Background?
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Commission List:
1. Lunar Eclipse (Sketching)
2. Swamp_Monster (coloring)
3. N/A
Quotes by me! "We all wear a mask because we are scared of what people will think of what we are hiding underneath" ~ Me
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"Choose what you fake wisely, because someone will find out what it is" ~ Me
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"Stand tall like an alpha, be loyal like a beta, be helpful like an omega, and be as playful as a pup" ~ Me
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"We would fight for our friends, we would die for our families, but we choose not to do anything for ourselves" ~ Me
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"Just because you write a song, it doesnt mean voices will share it unless you work for it" ~ Me
The Vibes
Hometown - Twenty One Pilots {Slowed + Reverbed} -
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Doubt - Twenty One Pilots {Slowed + Reverb} -
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Favorite movie~
"Lost Boys"
Favorite book~
"The outsiders"
Favorite Choir Song~
"Who Has Seen the Wind?"
Poetry
"Eternal Night" by The Second City
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The moon slowly crawls into the sky.
The sun sinks away.
The dots of light, light up the night,
sending the birds away.
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The old house that stands alone is lit up from inside.
The sounds of cheers fill the night, as the day had fallen away.
As hours tick by, the laughter dies away.
The awake and thinking shut their eyes, drifting away. Eternal slumber awaited them on that very night.
The sun never did rise over that house and the memories still remain.
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Fireflies find sanctuary in the long dark grass.
Owls sing in the night.
One soul remains to give visitors a fright, his screams and cries echo in the dark, reminding all who enter of what happened that very night.
"His Windows are Closed"
by The Second City
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Eyes they say are the windows to the soul.
But his windows are closed.
The monitor beeped the rhythm of his heart.
"He will be fine" they said, but only for it to change.
"This is the end of his line" is to what it changed.
The beeping slowed, his breathing faulter.
Tears fall as memories of what could have attire flash through the mind.
Happy, but not his ending.
All because of one small accident.
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Goodbye is a hard thing to say,
one could only see that now.
The monitor finally fell silent,
amd now was the one in the bed.
Cold to the touch,
White in the face.
His windows will not open again to witness the teary face.
Dont be afraid to send me a friend request, I accept them all :) 
Winter Month: 3 
Day 
Fog
