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Here I compile artists who open commission, with link to their info and the price estimation (please ask the artist for exact fee).
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forum.deviantart.com/jobs/serv… 8-50 €
fav.me/d581478 10-35 points
Pilot Piece: Persona 4"Where are we?" Sise peered around, eyes struggling to pierce the blanket of fog surrounding them, "Where's Tam?"
"Relax," Neriji stepped forward and surveyed their school's corridor, "We're inside the Midnight Channel. This is your brother's world."
"Tam's world?" pushing her ringlets of brown hair back, Sise tried to vainly discern the mere shape of the corridor, "What d'you mean?"
"The Midnight Channel inherits the emotions of its victims," explained Raph, adjusting his own glasses and shrugging his blazer into its proper position, "Tamaki's feelings and secrets manifest in the world of the Channel. Everything that he is, whether he accepts it or not, is contained here."
Sise looked around, disbelieving. Save for the heavy fog, there was only their school. The halls were decorated with the same old graffiti and overflowing bins. Lockers still lay broken and doors remained locked. "You're having me on. This isn't Tam's world, this is our school!"
"Are you sure? We stepped through the
00- Strike Down the PendulumThe Eighth Division Barracks were quiet, which was only slightly unusual. Sat in his office, Atsushi Kuuya continued to pore over his tattered notebook, reaching one of the final pages. The book sighed as he turned the paper, as if old age was finally starting to take its toll on the weatherworn spine and the threadbare bindings. Mismatched stitches marked amateur repairs like sloppy surgical scars.
There was a knock at the door. "Come in," he called, not once looking up. From the corner of his damp grass eyes he noticed the lieutenant, Nanao Ise, step in. "This is a rare treat," said Atsushi, closing the notebook delicately, pushing it to one side and turning to stand and bow, "Lieutenant."
Nanao inclined her head, adjusted her glasses. "I'm just here to alert you. Captain Kyoraku has permitted fourth seat Enjoji another chance to regain his seat. The match will begin in an hour, in front of the barracks."
"Again?" Atsushi mumbled, rubbing the purple bags under his eyes and attempting
fav.me/d68recj 60-450 points
fav.me/d67gnsw 10-60 points
fav.me/d6d8ty9 100-200 points
fav.me/d6c0sbf 15-20 points
:shameless: I'm open for commission too fav.me/d68plyd 2-30$
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