The title. Basically, I don't need or want a job, but I want to make money so I can buy my own doodads. $15 a month is what I'm looking for. There are some examples of my art down below. How much would you figure they would be worth? Obviously, I won't be drawing on lined paper, and I'm going to be making use of my scanner in the future instead of taking crappy pictures with my devices.
P.S. Even though there are non-dragon examples below, I'm technically most comfortable when I'm drawing dragons, as opposed to humanoids. When it comes to writing, however, it doesn't matter.
3 hours of work
Traditional, Pencil
Took about 45 minutes, for Xuekalin on the Draw The Dragon Above You thread
Traditional, Pencil
Five or six hours of work
Digital, ProCreate on iPad Mini 2
I've also done adopts in the past. Here are some examples.
This was for Starfait
The base outline took three-ish hours, and the coloring took maybe an hour.
Digital, ProCreate
This was for Zyxyz
Took about the same total time as the above example
Digital, ProCreate
This was for GANOS.
I honestly can't remember how long this one took. 6 or 7 hours, maybe?
Digital, ProCreate
Two hours (nonconsecutive), few years old
Traditional, pencil
I've also been complimented many times on my writing ability, so lore could also be an option. However, I have a style that some may not prefer. I'm extremely artistic and colorful with my words, which can be a blessing or a curse. WARNING: Some gore in the first example.
P.S. Even though there are non-dragon examples below, I'm technically most comfortable when I'm drawing dragons, as opposed to humanoids. When it comes to writing, however, it doesn't matter.
3 hours of work
Traditional, Pencil
Took about 45 minutes, for Xuekalin on the Draw The Dragon Above You thread
Traditional, Pencil
Five or six hours of work
Digital, ProCreate on iPad Mini 2
I've also done adopts in the past. Here are some examples.
This was for Starfait
The base outline took three-ish hours, and the coloring took maybe an hour.
Digital, ProCreate
This was for Zyxyz
Took about the same total time as the above example
Digital, ProCreate
This was for GANOS.
I honestly can't remember how long this one took. 6 or 7 hours, maybe?
Digital, ProCreate
Two hours (nonconsecutive), few years old
Traditional, pencil
I've also been complimented many times on my writing ability, so lore could also be an option. However, I have a style that some may not prefer. I'm extremely artistic and colorful with my words, which can be a blessing or a curse. WARNING: Some gore in the first example.
Thorns wrote:
XXXXXXTo chase Love's thorny tail is to offer your beating heart to the scorching sun, requesting it to keep it warm.
XXXXXXAfter a long pursuit, the creature at your feet stops seemingly without reason and looks up at you with eyes the colour of frozen lilies. It insists without words you can trust it despite its horrifying appearance. Rubbing its pointed head against your calf, it leaves swirls of musty green fur on your skin. It purrs of the end of your loneliness, a deep and unpractised gargling. You welcome it into your arms, too quickly fallen.
XXXXXXIts forked tongue flicks forward, piercing your chest, brushing against the soft crimson blood satchel of your heart.
XXXXXXAgain.
XXXXXXOnce more.
XXXXXXNever enough.
XXXXXXEvery day, it climbs ever deeper beneath your skin. With every kiss, every held hand, it claws with ivory daggers, ripping muscle and scratching bone. Yet, when you come close to catching it in its illegal journey, it grins back with jagged, pearlescent teeth and innocent eyes. Those eyes are what keep your cheeks flush, your heart beating faster every time you think of Love.
XXXXXXThen, a day in the arms of your beloved, Love reaches your heart and tears it in two, blood surging over its head and body as it feasts. It rips it apart with feral twists of the body, writhing in your blood with its jaws locked on twitching knots of flesh.
XXXXXXMinutes are hours as the creature devours you. The pain forces tears from your bloodshot eyes as you can only lie alone and silent during the red-rained storm. All you see is water. All you taste is ash. All you feel is blisteringly cold fire.
XXXXXXPain.
XXXXXXThen numbness.
XXXXXXFinally, when your heart has been consumed, Love slithers forth from your lacerated fingertips. It grins up at you one last time, teeth stained the colour of ancient iron weapons. Gripping your shoulders with dirty claws, it licks the tears from your face with false compassion, leaving streaks of blue and black saliva on your lower eyelids. Then it leaps away, claws ripping your shirt, leaving you on your knees in a congealing pool of your own blood. As the thorn-tailed creature of heavenly eyes and lusty tongue twists away into darkened reeds, you wonder how you could have ever wanted and trusted such a Janus-faced, unfeeling demon of hell.
XXXXXXAfter a long pursuit, the creature at your feet stops seemingly without reason and looks up at you with eyes the colour of frozen lilies. It insists without words you can trust it despite its horrifying appearance. Rubbing its pointed head against your calf, it leaves swirls of musty green fur on your skin. It purrs of the end of your loneliness, a deep and unpractised gargling. You welcome it into your arms, too quickly fallen.
XXXXXXIts forked tongue flicks forward, piercing your chest, brushing against the soft crimson blood satchel of your heart.
XXXXXXAgain.
XXXXXXOnce more.
XXXXXXNever enough.
XXXXXXEvery day, it climbs ever deeper beneath your skin. With every kiss, every held hand, it claws with ivory daggers, ripping muscle and scratching bone. Yet, when you come close to catching it in its illegal journey, it grins back with jagged, pearlescent teeth and innocent eyes. Those eyes are what keep your cheeks flush, your heart beating faster every time you think of Love.
XXXXXXThen, a day in the arms of your beloved, Love reaches your heart and tears it in two, blood surging over its head and body as it feasts. It rips it apart with feral twists of the body, writhing in your blood with its jaws locked on twitching knots of flesh.
XXXXXXMinutes are hours as the creature devours you. The pain forces tears from your bloodshot eyes as you can only lie alone and silent during the red-rained storm. All you see is water. All you taste is ash. All you feel is blisteringly cold fire.
XXXXXXPain.
XXXXXXThen numbness.
XXXXXXFinally, when your heart has been consumed, Love slithers forth from your lacerated fingertips. It grins up at you one last time, teeth stained the colour of ancient iron weapons. Gripping your shoulders with dirty claws, it licks the tears from your face with false compassion, leaving streaks of blue and black saliva on your lower eyelids. Then it leaps away, claws ripping your shirt, leaving you on your knees in a congealing pool of your own blood. As the thorn-tailed creature of heavenly eyes and lusty tongue twists away into darkened reeds, you wonder how you could have ever wanted and trusted such a Janus-faced, unfeeling demon of hell.
This second example was a quick blurb I came up with after I first got into League of Legends. It stars Kindred, the game's personification of death, and some random guy. NOTE: I am perfectly capable of writing stories/lore that aren't anywhere near as dark as these two, I just couldn't find any newer examples that show off my current skill.
Don't Run wrote:
XXXXXXThere is no need to run. Lamb's voice, gentle and feminine, echoed in Jakob's head. He looked around frantically, feverishly, eyes flashing between the burnt trees and ruined war machines. He could not see them, and his heart beat ever faster. Soon, it matched the pace of his racing footsteps.
XXXXXXI hear its heart. It is fearful, Wolf growled. Lamb, it is fleeing us. I will chase it down-
XXXXXXNot yet, dear Wolf.
XXXXXX"Please! Leave me alone!" Jakob screamed. The eternal hunters were still invisible to him. He could not hear their footsteps, but could feel them as certain as the armor upon his back. The Lamb was bounding alongside him, light hooves only just brushing the ground before leaving it once more. The Wolf circled him, keeping pace effortlessly. He had his eyes locked on him, his neck.
XXXXXXYou cannot escape us! Lamb! It thinks it can escape oblivion!
XXXXXXOne moment, dear Wolf.
XXXXXXJakob felt a piercing jolt of pain in his chest, knocking him down. He felt certain that Lamb had taken him, but as he fell to his knees, he realised his heart still pounded. His hands clutching his breast, he felt a presence before him. Jakob slowly turned his eyes skyward, and they met the pupil-less, blue orbs of Lamb and Wolf. Lamb knelt down before him, placing a soft hand beneath his chin, and whispered "Why did you run?"
XXXXXXJakob could not answer.
XXXXXX"I see water!" Wolf cried.
XXXXXX"Those are called tears, dear Wolf."
XXXXXXSpeaking to Jakob once more, Lamb sighed "Deny it, if you must." She stood, and without
hesitation, Jakob's legs kicked him forward. He sprinted faster than he'd ever run before, but it would never be enough. Not in a hundred thousand lifetimes.
XXXXXXBehind him, as clear as if she were right beside him...
XXXXXX"Now, Wolf."
XXXXXXI hear its heart. It is fearful, Wolf growled. Lamb, it is fleeing us. I will chase it down-
XXXXXXNot yet, dear Wolf.
XXXXXX"Please! Leave me alone!" Jakob screamed. The eternal hunters were still invisible to him. He could not hear their footsteps, but could feel them as certain as the armor upon his back. The Lamb was bounding alongside him, light hooves only just brushing the ground before leaving it once more. The Wolf circled him, keeping pace effortlessly. He had his eyes locked on him, his neck.
XXXXXXYou cannot escape us! Lamb! It thinks it can escape oblivion!
XXXXXXOne moment, dear Wolf.
XXXXXXJakob felt a piercing jolt of pain in his chest, knocking him down. He felt certain that Lamb had taken him, but as he fell to his knees, he realised his heart still pounded. His hands clutching his breast, he felt a presence before him. Jakob slowly turned his eyes skyward, and they met the pupil-less, blue orbs of Lamb and Wolf. Lamb knelt down before him, placing a soft hand beneath his chin, and whispered "Why did you run?"
XXXXXXJakob could not answer.
XXXXXX"I see water!" Wolf cried.
XXXXXX"Those are called tears, dear Wolf."
XXXXXXSpeaking to Jakob once more, Lamb sighed "Deny it, if you must." She stood, and without
hesitation, Jakob's legs kicked him forward. He sprinted faster than he'd ever run before, but it would never be enough. Not in a hundred thousand lifetimes.
XXXXXXBehind him, as clear as if she were right beside him...
XXXXXX"Now, Wolf."
For more examples (specifically about world building), you can click "lore" in my signature which will lead you to my tribe's lore book. It's not my best work, as it's still very rough, but it's an example of specifically FR-related writing.
I also like to think I'm handy with BBCode and could, in theory, code bios, but that's very unlikely and also very unlikely to be worth anything.
I also like to think I'm handy with BBCode and could, in theory, code bios, but that's very unlikely and also very unlikely to be worth anything.
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