Hi everyone! Here's my commission information, I'm completely open. Feel free to send me any questions, or if you're unsure, hit me up! I'm more than willing to negotiate or discuss bigger pieces. Check out more of my work here, or at my main art blog @darkthare
$50 Dracotaur Commission
Fullbody
Sketchy lineart with mostly flat colors- additional rendering to details (wings, jewelry, etc.) as needed.
Basic props and outfits included
$30-40 Humanoid Commissions
Fullbody
Sketch lineart with mostly flat colors- additional limbs like wings, tails, etc. are a-okay!
NOTE: Does not have to be a Flight Rising character! OCs, non-dragon centaurs, and others are all encouraged :-)
Commission Process:
Send me a DM here, or @darkthare with your references (pictures, moodboards, poses you like, random photos from pinterest- whatever you got!) if you prefer e-mail lmk and I'll provide you with mine
Half payment is required up-front to begin the commission through Paypal
I will send you very rough thumbnails of a few poses for feedback and revisions.
You will receive another update once the sketch/lines are done for revisions on details, expression, etc
You may receive another update for any color questions depending, otherwise, you will receive a watermarked version of the final colored image for a final pass of revisions (tweaking colors/patterns/etc)
When the second half of the payment is received, I'll send you an attachment or a google drive link with the clean/final version!
Janosh in his grief era from my new vampire AU fic THE MOSQUITO! Which dropped its first chapter today. I'm really proud of it I hope you'll check it out if you like Adder being a freak, Janosh crying, and pining while standing right next to each other. Here is a snippet under the cut:
A decade ago, Janosh and Adder laid in the cradle of Osning gazing at the stars together. The wind had been warm in the springtime, and brought with it the distant scent of campfires, of camp and commander and cause. All of it utterly unimportant under the majesty of the heavens and in the quiet peace of a night spent beside his favorite person in all the world. Conversation rose from silent waters, popping bursts of thoughts, of laughter- then calm again. Janosh went back and forth between watching the sky and watching Adder. Charting constellations in his freckles. Neck, cheek and ear- Orion’s belt. The twinkle in his eyes, his northern star.
Adder caught him staring. Janosh just smiled at him, and he smiled back, and they were nothing but two grinning idiots in the dark. After a while, their smiles faded, but still they gazed, and the moment transformed into something so fragile and disarming he had no choice but to shut his eyes against the over bright radiance of it. And like a hangover, it came upon him. Made him sick, until he had no choice but to ask:
“How you wanna die, when you go?”
A snort. “Balls empty, tits in hand. Old as fuck.”
“What, just right on top of her?” Janosh said, chuckling at the visual. He could almost hear it. His groan of pleasure bleeding into a death rattle before he fell over stiff as a board, then shit himself like all dead men do- right there in bed.
“Or under,” Adder laughed, “However she wants it.” Then he asked- “You?”
Janosh didn't have to think very hard. In every moment of contentment, it lurked like a friendly shadow- the thought that then, that moment, would be a fine time to die. Janosh had never been afforded ignorance at how easily joy was lost, and so he etched his happiness into his heart. So that when he did go, he could find them again – the carved-out joy that lives inside him, the precious memories he would walk the road of recollection back to, the hovels of warmth he would die in.
So, he answered, “With a full belly,” and then, he opened his eyes and found that Adder was still looking at him. “Together.”
Something horribly soft gave way in the harsh crease of Adders brow- and there he was. His sweet Adder. Wide-eyed and loving and looking at him with such vulnerability it ached. He rolled onto his side and came closer, so close that Janosh could feel the warmth of him pressing into his side. Instinctively he slid his arm under him, wrapping around his waist and resting on the small of his back. Holding him dearly against his side.
“Doesn’t matter anyways,” Adder said, reaching out to tuck a strand of dark hair back behind his ear. “We’re never going to die.”
Janosh barked a laugh. “Oh, yeah?” jostling Adder. He threw his leg between Janosh’s, shifting until he was nearly laying on top of him.
“Yeah,” Adder grabbed his face, held him by the chin to dig his fingers into the soft meat of his cheeks. His stare was piercing. “We’re the Devils favorites. We can’t die.”
The way he said it with so much authority, so much confidence, Janosh almost thought it could be true. Maybe they’re immortal. Maybe this feeling in them, the potent, hot love that coursed through them was so strong they could subsist on it forever. For a moment, one blissful moment, he believes it. He hollows out another spot in his heart, and kisses Adder like he needs it to live.
In the silence of an early morning in Suchdol, Janosh laughs. He watches the stars dim and vanish, watches the sun rise to bathe another day in cold, horrific light- and he laughs. He shakes with it, falls apart with it, until tears are streaming down his face and he can hardly control himself. Passing patrolmen walking the ramparts cast him sidelong glances, wary of insanity in their midst, but Janosh pays them no mind. The joke is too great. So immense it threatens to split him right in half; because Adder died alone, and he will die starving.
To celebrate, I am releasing the 2025 Definitive Edition of my Jadder Sketchbook. You can get it on Gumroad HERE for $2+
This version includes the original PWYW version with an ADDITIONAL 98 pages of art drawn after the release of the first version- that is 100% of my Jadder sketches drawn in 2025 in ONE massive 320 page PDF, with NEVER BEFORE SEEN sketches! In addition, you get the 2025 comprehensive comic compilation, which is the original PWYW version PLUS 33 more comics (including Jadder Week) for a total 59 pages of comics!
This edition is SNEAK PREVIEW and a way to support me! All of the art in this version of the sketchbook WILL go up for free at some point in the future/may be posted on tumblr, so if you can't get it now don't worry, you'll see it all eventually!
Thank you to everyone who supported me and bought the PWYW version, and thank you to every soldier in Jadder Nation who made 2025 such a fantastic year.
OOPS LOL I put the spoiler art for chap 2 in my queue and I guess it published today instead of tomorrow like I intended ah well!! Double post Friday I guess!!
Chapter 2 of THE MOSQUITO out today!!! I hope you'll check it out and enjoy- it's finally vampire time in this vampire AU. Snippet under the cut
A lifetime ago, Adder and Janosh had made camp in the sun-bleached grasslands of the Great Alföld. They rode together wild and free, bound by and loyal to nothing but their own desires. They had spent those most wonderful weeks hunting, fishing, robbing- making each other laugh until they pissed themselves. Speaking their own kind of language. At night they would eat, get drunk, fuck- be their most honest and unabashed selves, holding each other until the sun rose gently on their faces. It was a time when they had been young and unburdened, and their love had taken up like wildfire in Adder’s body. Hot and all-consuming, burning him down and building him up. Turning him into someone utterly new, and yet, more like himself.
One morning he was pulled to the space between dreams and reality by a feather-light stroke on his head. A broad hand smoothed and pet so tenderly he could hardly tell it was there until it retreated, and a second later a finger returned to brush down his temple, to his cheek. He kept his eyes closed, resting in the moment, face slack as he came to a gentle wakefulness. The touch trailed down his jawline, across his chin, up the other side again. He basked peacefully in the affection bestowed upon him, relishing how Janosh traced the shape of his nose, the line of his brow.
On that perfect, lazy moment, there had been no great need to get up and go- no itch under skin spurring him out of bed and into the day. There was only the radiant peace of being quietly cherished. Contentment. True, warm contentment. It was easy to lie there and do nothing at all, not even think. All his awareness was drawn into wherever their skin met, and he drank deeply of the love gifted to him until he felt so full inside it ached. The sweet pain of a starving heart finally satisfied, gorging itself on all the adoration it could take, till it swelled to big and burst. That’s what it felt like. Like his heart might really burst right out of his chest, and crawl into Janosh’s instead. Maybe it already had.
The wandering fingertip tickled the little hairs above his lip, drawing a smile out of Adder he could not suppress, though he hated to give away he was awake at all. It felt like losing a game. He could hear Janosh’s smile, and then softly, there was a touch to his bottom lip. Adder struck, snapping his teeth to bite down on a too-slow finger, and Janosh broke into laughter. He opened his eyes to bask in that, too- the way the light filtered golden through the tent, and how the strands of his silk-brown hair had been made wild in his sleep. Most of all, his smile. His sweet cheeks looked their most appetizing when he laughed. And suddenly, all his wanting pooled molten in his mouth.
I love you.
Janosh pulled his finger free from his teeth. “You must be hungry,” he said, and the morning roughness of his voice made Adder’s head go hot and stupid.
“Yeah,” because he was just a much of a greedy bastard then as he is now, and there is no such thing as too full. “For something sweet.”
“Ooh, for apples and berries?” Janosh’s eyes had lit up, and his happiness was as good as Adder’s own. Better, even. “Or maybe a pancake with honey, mmm.”
“I’m not talking about food,” Adder had said, reaching out to take a fistful of Janosh’s nightshirt. “Come here,” He demanded even though their knees were overlapped and their ankles intertwined. It was not close enough.
Janosh’s smile went soft and he put his hand on Adder’s hip, slid it up his back to draw him in, chest-to-chest. Then, Janosh kissed him. Blood burned in his cheeks, his ears, his chest; rushed hot through every part of him. Fire in his soul. Immolation from head to toe.
He had always thought the moments that made a man were the battles. The killing, the coin, and the number of bastards left behind when you went six feet under. But he realized then, in that moment, that this, too- the love- could be what made him. To be by Janosh’s side would be enough.
On a dark night in the Ruthard courtyard, a splinter of cold steel slides easily free of all Adder’s bloody guts. He can do nothing but gape dumbly at the dagger as his knees give way. He collapses to the stone and folds in on himself, clutching at the warm, wet, growing spot on his gambeson.
Arrows split the air. The mercenaries rush forward. Henry, God bless him, pulls Janosh away. All of it runs together, then: the screams, the clatter of shields and swords and armor. One great big blur of violence that crashes around him, washes over him. His blood pools, red and glassy in the moonlight. The edge of it rushes away from him, flooding the grout of the flagstone, splitting and flowing like a dozen little rivers.
I’m going to die, he thinks. He’s thought it before, plenty of times- but this time he knows it’s true. There will be no more perfect mornings, no more stolen kisses or naughty afternoons; no more tomorrows. Dazed, he looks up from the spreading crimson and finds Janosh in the fray. Swinging his fokos in a downwards arc, every bit as ferocious and beautiful now as he had been all those years ago.
I’m going to die, and that’s alright. It had been a life well spent.
