Offering CommissionsSo, life has decided to kick me in the dick again and I'm in need of some cash sooner rather than later.
If anyone is interested I'm offering to do commission shoots of just about anything you want that I can set up in SL. Price will dependent on number of pictures, number of models (I'll be giving them a cut since they'll be helping out), any props I need to get for it, and any editing you'd like done to it. Trust me, I'm not going to charge much, I need clients more than I need a big payday.
Some news both good or bad dependingSo I finally have my date for when I will no longer have a job with Sprint/Clearwire. Dec 31 2015 I will lose my job as well gain 18 weeks of paid severance. Obviously this is a terrible time of the year to have this happen due to the lack of full time jobs that are available. That being said I want to let everyone know that commissions will remain open until further notice! I also have a patreon so this could be a blessing in disguise depending on how much people are interested in supporting me and letting their dreams come true at the same time.
My commission prices haven't really changed but I am also opening negotiations should I have no work to do at the time.
20.00 to 25.00 shotgun commissions. One girl, simple or no background. Usually I can finish in one day!
40.00 to 50.00 commissions
Acromantula Antics "Hermione! Where are you?" cried Ron, frantically searching around the castle ground for his friend. Harry was in class, unaware of the 'predicament' occurring outside. She had promised to meet him for their defensive spells training, but, upon his late arrival — discovered that she wasn't present. It was most unlike Hermione to not attend anything, let alone casting spells on the boy she hated and loved the most at the same time. Standing by the entrance to the path down towards Hagrid's hut, Ron made sure he was looking in all directions, waiting patiently for her arrival.
"Ron!" Bellowed Hagrid as he came swiftly around the bend, carrying dead possums with him.
"Ah Hagrid, have you…um…what are those for?" the ginger-haired teenager said before looking in shock at the dead possums he was carrying under his shoulder.
"Oh, these? They're for Buck-beak of course, why else would I carry dead possums around?"&
It had been a long flight – a ridiculously long flight – but I was prepared for it, sleeping between the meals, so that I was at least awake when I stepped out into the arrivals area.
A number of people were holding cards with names written on them – I presumed they were names, my knowledge of written Japanese been minimal – but I did see one with my name on it – held by a young woman with her chestnut brown hair held up on her head, wearing a black double breasted blazer over a white blouse with a red leather tie. She was also wearing a red mini skirt and black leather over the knee boots.
“Mister Smith? I have your car waiting outside for you.”
“Excellent,” I said as I followed her out, and into a parking area. She stopped by a white sports car, and said “I believe this is what you have been assigned?”
“Very nice, and the payment method?”
“I have been instructed to take you to the pl
Elderberry Legends: The Argiope's Shadow "Darkness has forever been a presence in our world, causing untold grief and sadness. The death of a child, a tragic realisation that the balance of nature is cruel in many ways, reminds those that they are in no control whatsoever. Such an incident occurred on the last day of winter, before the light of spring rose above the black horizon. A young girl, no older than five, succumbing to murder, a sick pervert who sought to kidnap her, only to be confronted with desperate resistance, stabbed her in the heart. Misery and unimaginable grief went on for weeks, the first lights of spring being delayed until late April. Seeking vengeance, the mother of the deceased child found and captured the murderer, taking him to her basement for torture. Amidst the screams and cries of pain, the residents of the town believed that she was trying to attempt a killing by her hand. Outraged, they tore down her house with fire, burning her alive as well as the occupants inside. Such deat
Debbie Hope was relaxing in the flat, enjoying the peace and quiet as she flipped through the latest edition of Cosmopolitan magazine. Her long dark hair fell over the shoulders of her crimson sleeveless dress, her legs enclosed from the knees down in a pair of tight leather boots the colour of burnished gold.
She had recently moved into the top floor flat of the old London townhouse, following the conversion of the property into four flats, and had furnished it to her tastes, with a large rug covering the wooden floor and a long red Ottoman couch against which she was leaning as she read. Soon, her boyfriend would be here, and they would be on their way out to dinner – a thought that made her smile as she put the magazine down.
Standing up, she brushed her dress down, and then made her way to the small kitchen, wondering if there was any coffee left in the pot. As she walked in, however, she saw the window open, the cool air blowing in, and for a mo
Well, it started like any other Saturday – I woke up about seven, went downstairs and made myself some coffee while I watched the news, and then I went to the shower. My plan was to go into town and pick a few things up, then come home and have a quiet night in with a takeaway and a nice bottle of wine.
Well, that did happen – just not quite the way I had intended it to do so...
But I’m getting ahead of myself – I had the shower, dried myself off, put on clean underwear, and then a pair of grey jeans with a pink and beige striped jumper. Walking to the wardrobe, I then grabbed a pair of knee length brown riding boots and pulled them on, tucking the legs into the leather, and then walked downstairs.
I had also put on a long string of beads, which I made sure sat on top of the light grey poncho I put on, and then grabbed my handbag and car keys, smiling as I went out, locked my front door, and then drove off to town.
So here I am