This is a kind of art so you can all shush.
I am selling the two things I do best, which is code HTML and write.
Profiles:
These will be between 4 and 6 million tu, depending on how complex your request is. Prices went up 1 million from what they used to be because Rescreatu has stopped allowing spaces in code, which makes everything a lot harder to read and organize.
There's no form, just tell me what you want. I can do side boxes, text and link colors, opacity, you name it. I'll let you know if you request something I can't do. If you do, it's probably because HTML coding doesn't allow that thing to be done, meaning no one can do it.
I prefer to email code, but if you don't want to give me your email, I understand. I'll rmail it to you and we'll just hope it works right.
There will be a 500k charge for each image I have to find myself. If you link me the images you have found yourself, there will be no additional charge.
Pet Pages:
These guys are going to be 500k to 2mil, because they can be very simple or very complex. Same as profiles, no form, just tell me what you would like. I can do a lot with pet pages.
Again, there will be a 500k charge for each image I have to find myself. I do not create pet overlay images but I can utilize codes for them.
The easiest way to transfer your code is for you to send me the pet the code will be attached to. I can also send you a junk pet with the code on it. You will have to copy and paste this code to the pet you want the code on.
You may ask me for other examples. I have many.
Writing:
The price for writing depends entirely on the complexity of what I'm supposed to write, but probably won't go above 3 million tu at most. As a general rule, I will write no more than approximately 2,000 written words (that's about two typed pages). This rule can be broken if I feel like it. I will not charge you based on length. I can write character expositions, deions, short scenes, you name it.
I will need information about your character (if that's what I'm writing about) and whatever else you feel may be useful to me when I'm writing, such as general themes or information about what you want. There are no limits, and the more information you give me, the better. Pictures are also nice. tle="" target="">Here is an example of something I wrote using only the picture accompanying it. You may ask me for as many examples as you like. There are also further examples on my Tumblr, but some of them contain language.
Here's another example of my writing. I wrote this last night for a roleplay, when Mugiwara asked me to essentially create a character for her by having my character introduce him in the roleplay. I will create characters for you if you ask. This can also be used as an example of a scene.
"See, I recognized Bryse the minute I saw him," Lee admitted. "We all did, but not because we'd met 'im." Lee leaned forward in his chair, shifting his eyes up to look at the iconically familiar face of the man -- no, still a boy -- who had become his closest friend. "You'd be hard pressed to find a ship's man who doesn't know that face, because it's the same one as did run all across the sky not even a year past. It's famous, that face, s'well as the name Corsair."
Lee glanced at Will in his bed, then back at Bryson. Though it was Will who had asked, Bryson was the reason Lee had decided to talk. This was Bryson's life, his blood, and he deserved to know what it was. Lee snatched and swallowed a morsel of food from Will's plate and took a breath.
"Roderic de Corsair."
The stories about 'im don't give you much to go by," Lee continued quickly, "But people tell of Roderic de Corsair -- Red Roddy, they call him -- doin' everything from burning churches black and slaughtering whole towns to breaking men out of jails by the shipload and stashing hoards grander in value than the royal treasure." Lee scratched his ear and noticed his eyes had moved. They were now locked on his hands rather than on Bryson.
"Accourse, ya can't believe everythin' ya hear." Lee waved his hand halfheartedly. "But one thing everyone knows for sure about Red Roddy--" Lee lowered his voice. It overflowed with respect and even awe, as it so rarely did. "He was legendary," Lee said softly. He sat up a bit.
"Then, 'bout ten months ago now, he straight off an' vanished. Some say 'e was killed, some maintain that he's out there. Plannin', maybe, or keepin' a low profile for reasons we might never know. But I do know one thing, and that's that 'e ain't dead. Know why? It's 'cause he ain't got no kids yet, and someone..." Lee nodded at Bryson, "Someone's gotta pass on that face."
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