Heyyy folks! I’m updating my commission sheet for 2026 and decided to add a few new commission options! ✨
I’m graduating this year and currently trying to save up so I can start building my own path after university, so every commission truly helps a lot and means the world to me! 💖
📜 Quick info:
• Payment: upfront, via PayPal only.
• Additional characters in the same piece cost + 50% of the original price per added character;
(Example: a $60 headshot commission with one extra character becomes $90.)
🎨 What I can draw:
• OCs, canon characters, D&D/fantasy races, real-life people, and more;
• Diverse characters are always welcome! If you’re unsure whether I can draw something, just ask; I’m very open to different ideas, aesthetics, and designs ✨
🎁 Special offers / Client perks!
• Returning clients get 10% off their next commission 💖
• Commissioning multiple pieces? You get 5% off the second piece (and any additional pieces after that!).
"are you gonna take those pills the rest of your life?" you mean my molecules? why surely you wouldn't deprive me of my molecules. they are shaped exactly just so, you see. my molecules
what’s a ‘skill’ of yours you swear isn’t special but everyone else seems impressed by. for example i can always tell when it’s about to rain (as opposed to just cloudy) because of how it smells and the hue that everything outside is slightly tinted
It's waterproof. It's windproof. It's lightweight and durable. And it's made from the intestines of two bears, painstakingly cleaned and sew
I really wanted to know more about this, especially how the water proof stitching works. Here's more information on this project, and hopefully more in the future!
You Are On Native Land collects stories and art donated by some of comics' biggest Indigenous creators such as Jon Proudstar, Maria Wolf, and Steph Littlebird. Tales of Native resistance; family and kinship; love and grief fill this beautiful collection, which includes a special reprint of TRIBAL FORCE #1, credited as the first comic to feature a superhero team made up entirely of Indigenous heroes.
GUYS THIS COMES OUT SEPTEMBER 2026 I NEED EVERYONE TO PULL THIS IT LOOKS SO PEAK
EDIT: since this is getting so many notes now i wanted to say, you can pre-order this comic from Simon & Schuster, Indigo, Barnes & Noble, and Amazon!
May 5 is the Day of Awareness for Missing and Murdered Indigenous Women, Girls, and Two-Spirit People. (Also known as Red Dress Day.)
Show your support and pass on your strength by wearing red on May 5, and raising awareness. And if you have never read the Reclaiming Power and Place report, you can do so here.
Additionally, while the day is typically centred in Turtle Island, let us also not forget our international cousins, especially in Palestine and Sudan.
Thank you again to @navigatorwrongway for including me; this gives me an excuse to sift through whatever odd variety of things I’ve written in a week and see which words I’ve used too much 😄 “Narrow” is usually pretty high on the list
I’ve puttered around with ideas furthering this rewrite of “The Jedi” episode from S2 of Mando for a while. I liked this bit.
“I’ve been searching for others too without any luck, and the only other Mandalorian I’ve ever met was trying to kill me before he wound up dead himself. I can’t help you there.”
Din bristled, trying to tamp down his reflexive anger, but the Jedi seemed to sense a change in the air and raised the gloved hand in placation. “Easy pal, he fell into a Sarlacc pit, and I wasn’t the one who put him there.”
The Mandalorian’s hackles lowered. The child leaned over curiously, peering at the Jedi’s glove as Luke offered him back to the Mandalorian and passed by them to sit at the fire and stretch his legs. Mando returned and set the boy down, wishing he could rub away the headache at his temples.
The boy got up from the ground where Din had placed him and ambled around the fire over to Luke’s side. Din’s mood would have soured further at the preferential treatment if he didn’t see the boy’s eyes close as he reached a hand up to the Jedi’s in concentration.
Luke tore off a piece of bread, offering it to the kid, but the kid didn’t take it, and Mando realized the kid’s brow was more furrowed in thought than he’d recalled ever seeing it. He tugged at the Jedi’s hand, ignoring the bread and patting the glove.
“… Were you hurt earlier? In the fight?”
“No,” Luke said with a frown. “He’s uh, asking to help me?”
“Is your hand okay?”
“It's fine.” Luke gently tugged out of the boy’s grasp, only for the kid to whine.
Mando crossed to pick the kid up, returning to their place on the other side of the fire to sit on the narrow log. “He's okay kid, leave him alone.” Then to Luke: “Sorry. He thinks you were hurt.”
Luke regarded the kid. “Why?”
Mando shrugged, keeping the wriggly child in his lap. “Just something he does. Patches people up.”
“He what?”
“Heals them?” Din made a vague motion with two fingers and a thumb, mimicking what the kid did when he used his powers. “With the Force?”
Luke stared in disbelief.
“Is that… not normal?” Din asked.
“Not… that I’m aware of?? I’ve never done something like that. Has he done that for you?”
“He did it for a friend,” Mando said. “Can’t you ask him yourself?”
“It’s— I don’t get clear answers from this kind of communication, it’s mostly feelings and images, just a general sense of things.”
Mando flexed his arm, looking down at the kid.
“Grogu?”
The boy immediately turned, no longer fighting his grip.
“Could you show the Jedi what you did on Nevarro?”
‘Episode’ post-story where Rizel is sneaking around trying to escape from someone while on a delivery run, having called the squad for backup, and she ends up bolting for an empty hall and breaking through a door into a room where she bars the way, listening for her pursuer, before turning to see a room full of clones with blasters pointed directly at her
Wide-eyed, her hands come up as she gasps in shock before squinting in the low light and realizing who they are, or thinks she realizes who they are
“Maker’s montrals, you guys scared me. You told me you’d be here an hour ago— Wait, did you cut your hair?”
The clones don’t move, though they glance at one another. She tries to get a better look in the but as soon as she takes a step forward so do they
“Hexx?” she asks the one in the poncho. The men shift, glancing to their leader. “What happened? Are they not—?”
“Don’t move.”
“H-Hollis?” she asks. “What’s going on?”
“Who are you?” the one in the poncho asks.
Distantly there are shouts across the factory floor, boots on duracrete and machinery powering up and alerting them to the presence of others
Finally the one in the poncho removes his helmet and the shock of blonde hair shakes whatever relief she thought she’d had on coming face to face with them.
“I don’t know who you think we are,” the blonde clone says. “But you’re in the wrong place at the wrong time.”
The troopers see the woman scan their ranks before her eyes widen in recognition; before any of them has the chance to stop or shoot her she launches past Rex and throws her arms around Gregor, kissing him fiercely
That’s enough to shock most of them into lowering their guns. Gregor makes a muffled sound of surprise, catching her on reflex with one arm as she stands on her toes and pulls him down. There’s a long moment where the rest of them shuffle or awkwardly cough before the woman freezes, slowly pulling away from the commando with dawning realization and mortification
“… You’re not my husband.”
“I could be.”
“Gregor.”
“What?!" Gregor asks Howzer. "You saying you wouldn't?”
Rex bites back a laugh, having a hunch as to at least part of what’s going on. The woman hastily lets go of Gregor and stumbles over her feet as she backs away, covering her mouth with one hand, absolutely mortified
Just then there’s a tremendous banging from the outside of the door, muffled shouts getting louder as the number of those behind it increases. Rex and his men bring their blasters back up. Gregor steps in front of the woman.
When a cadre of troopers not belonging to Rex bursts through the door they stun two of them before the rest are hollering for them to hold their fire, backing off with astonished voices and a quick surrender
Rex signals for his men to hold their fire, realizing the clones before them look nothing like the ones who’d been hunting them for almost a week. Most of these were in as patchwork an assembly of armor pieces as they were
The one nearest to the front hones in on the civilian behind Gregor, and Rex sees him visibly relax and straighten up
“Rizel?”
Rex watches as the clone in front takes his helmet off and—
“Mayday?” the woman says, peeking around Gregor’s shoulder. Rex sees recognition on both of their faces as she steps around and breaks ranks with the troopers just as the other bearded clone strides forward to pull her into his arms
“Well at least that makes more sense,” Howzer muttered, holstering both of his blasters.
The woman pulls back to look at (apparently) her husband. “I have a confession.”
“Can it wait?” he asks, looking around them. “There’s more going on here than we thought.”
“I kissed him on accident,” she said anyway, jerking her head back at Gregor. Her husband scoffed, stepping back
“What, him too?!” he said, miffed.
“It’s not my fault when you look alike—!”
“First Veetch, then Nocturne, now this—!”
“Veetch doesn’t count!” she said hotly. “He earned that one, I didn’t mistake him for you—!”
“Listen, lady,” Gregor said from behind them, “If you and him aren’t getting along I’d be happy to—”
“Gregor,” Howzer said, exasperated. “Don’t make this more complicated than it needs to be—”
“I’m just giving the lady options—”
“Trust me,” the other commander’s captain says, “She’s got plenty of options.”
“Excuse me,” Rex said, clearing his throat and cutting off the bickering that was frankly taking up far too much of their limited window of escape time. “But you’re all going to have to put a pin in this for now; we’ve got company.”
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