Welcome to my art commissions blog! You can DM me here about commissions or email me, I will be posting finished works here and any updates to my prices.
Hey, I updated my commission prices! Keep reading for more information like detailed prices and links not included in the images!
Mace Commissions is Open for Business!
Please, when commissioning, be clear with what you want, at least a full sentence. The more information I have about what you want the better I can do.
Virtual Art
Icons are $15 a piece (not in the image)
Head and up: $10 lineart - $20 color - $30 shading
Shoulders and up: $15 lineart - $25 color - $35 shading
Torso and up: $25 lineart - $35 color - $45 shading
Full body: $40 lineart - $50 color - $60 shading
Backgrounds can range from $15-$45 depending on complexity and need to be discussed further with me.
Classic or Physical Art
Background Material/āCanvasā
Smallest size available is 5ā x 6ā, largest is 10ā x 16ā
It is $0.50 per in the perimeter no matter what material the paper is
(so for example, the smallest size would be $11 and the largest size would be $26)
BristolĀ $10 (available in all offered sizes up to 11ā x 14ā)
Colored paperĀ $5 (available in all offered sizes up to 10ā x 10ā)
Rough PaperĀ $5 (available in all offered sizes)
Media
you can choose multiple if you want a multimedia piece!
Acrylic paintĀ $8
Watercolor paintĀ $10
Oil pastelsĀ $10
Chalk pastelsĀ $6
Alcohol markersĀ $12
CharcoalĀ $6
SharpiesĀ $2
Colored pencilsĀ $8
Graphite pencilsĀ $6
Watercolor pencilsĀ $10
PensĀ $4
High Quality Image of art:Ā Free with purchase
Delivery of art:Ā $5 + you pay for delivery (may have additional fees in order to deliver package safely, will discuss with you)
Iām also doing writing commissions, though I didnāt include this in the images!
Prices for Writing
Below 500 $1 per 100 words
500-750 $6
750-1000 $8
1000-1500 $12
1500-2000 $18
2000-2500 $25
Above 2500 $35+$2 per 100 words over 2500
I will NOT draw or write the following
A/B/O
Bully x Victim ships
Gore (some is okay but ask me where the line is if you want some)
Inc*st
Non-Con
NSFW
Ped*philia
Ships of Real People
Hereās some examples of my art if youāre still unsure about commissioning me!
Iāve Dabbled in Virtual Art
I think Iām okay at Classical aka Physical art
My Writing is Meh but you can still read it
Thank you for reading this far, I hope you have a wonderful day. Below are the links to my social media, take care of yourself!
A bit more of an angsty piece of art I spent a painstaking amount of time doing, but I'm very proud of how it turned out. This is one of my original characters, named Neptune.
Painted some lovely fanart of two characters (who I do not own) a while back and thought I would share it! It was a request from @soaringowlsstuff that I hope I did justice.
If you would like to commission me please check out this post for more details!
I read lore olympus with my brother and we do the voices for each character and to channel his asspollo voice, my brother parts his hair and puts on his glasses and transforms into someone he callsĀ āKyleā. Inspired by Kyle, I decided to draw Asspollo as if he looked the way my brother does when voicing him.
EDIT: THIS POST AND THESE PRICES ARE NOW OUTDATED, BUT COMMISSIONS ARE STILL OPEN!
Hi! I will now be accepting Writing and Art (both physical and digital) commissions! Payments will be via Paypal and Ko-Fi. Keep reading for more information about some details and my rules!
Writing
Fandoms (I may not know everything about all these fandoms since some of them are super massive)
Avatar: the Last Airbender
Boku No Hero Academia/My Hero Academia
DC
Ever After High
Marvel
Miraculous Ladybug
Original Work
Sanders Sides
Stranger Things
Supernatural
The Owl House
Umbrella Academy
Iām good at-
Angst
Fluff
Introspective Pieces
I will NOT write
A/B/O
Bully x Victim ships
Genderbends
Inc*st
Non-Con
NSFW
Ped*philia
Ships of Real People
FIND SOME EXAMPLES OF MY WRITING IN THIS POST
Virtual Art
Fandoms
Avatar: the Last Airbender
Boku No Hero Academia/My Hero Academia
DC
Ever After High
Marvel
Miraculous Ladybug
Original Work
Sanders Sides
Stranger Things
Supernatural
The Owl House
Umbrella Academy
NOTE: I am more comfortable doing art of characters in fandoms I am not in because I can look up reference pictures instead of having to get to know an entire new fandom for a commission
Iām good at-
lineart
eyes
I will NOT draw
A/B/O
Bully x Victim ships
Genderbends
Gore (some is okay but ask me where the line is if you want some)
Inc*st
Non-Con
NSFW
Ped*philia
Ships of Real People
FIND SOME EXAMPLES OF MY VIRTUAL ART IN THIS POST
Physical Art
Iām a lot more open with what Iām willing to draw with Physical Art! Iāve dabbled in a lot more and Iām confident in many areas of it, so while my same reservations for drawing people apply, the rules with this type are a lot more loose! If you want some examples of what I can do with physical art, click below!
FIND SOME EXAMPLES OF MY PHYSICAL ART IN THIS POST
click theĀ ākeep readingā for info on prices and where you can commission me!
WHERE TO COMMISSION
You can DM me on any social media account linked below, email me, or DM me right here on Tumblr! I accept payments through Ko-Fi and PayPal!
Please, when commissioning, be clear with what you want, at least a full sentence. The more information I have about what you want the better I can do.
Writing
Below 500 $1 per 100 words
500-750 $6
750-1000 $8
1000-1500 $12
1500-2000 $18
2000-2500 $25
Above 2500 $35+$2 per 100 words over 2500
Virtual Art
Icons $15
Head $5Ā
Shoulders $10
Torso $15
Entire body $20
Lineart $5
Color $15
Shading $25
Small Items (simple) $5
Small Items (complex) $10 + $1 per extra item
Backgrounds (simple) $20
Large Items (simple) $20
Large Items (complex) $30 + $3 per extra item
Backgrounds (complex) $45
Physical Art
Pencils
Colored pencilsĀ $8
Graphite pencilsĀ $8
Watercolor pencilsĀ $6
Paint
Acrylic paintĀ $10
Watercolor paintĀ $8
Other Media
Alcohol markersĀ $6
Chalk pastelsĀ $6
CharcoalĀ $6
Oil pastelsĀ $10
PensĀ $4
SharpiesĀ $2
Background Material
BristolĀ $16
Colored paperĀ $12
Rough PaperĀ $10
Smaller CanvasĀ $50
Larger CanvasĀ $70
Other
Size:Ā $0.50 per inch in the perimeter
High Quality Image of art:Ā Free
Delivery of art:Ā $5 + you pay for delivery
Deals
Canvas: When you buy art on a canvas delivery is free as canvas is more expensive
Multimedia Package: Full price of the art media used the most and half price for each additional media (material NOT included)
Feel free to contact me with questions or commissions, thank you for reading!
This example of my writing is an original story with 911 words, which would be $8 (this is not for sale as it is an example)
TWs: character death, murder, gang themes, mention of abusive spouse, mention of orphaned child, a lot of blood
If you want to commission me feel free to check here!
If you want to give me a tip you can on my ko-fi rightĀ here!
~~~
Firio didnāt know if they were being listened to, but he didnāt care.
Daniel was leaned against him, red curls tickling his nose whenever he turned his head. They were slightly buzzed, not drunk. It was a night with no psychotic wives Daniel was forced to marry or missions Firio didnāt want to do. No gang, no control, no puppet strings.
They were both free.
āStill tryinā to figure out my actual appearance?ā Firio asked when he caught Daniel staring at him again. He did that a lot nowadays, but Firio was used to it.
It was funny to watch him attempt. Firioās powers made him appear as the most attractive person to whoever he was looking at him, with the exception of those not attracted to men. Daniel, proudly bisexual, has been trying to guess his actual appearance for a while now, complaining when it shifts to his tastes. It brought rare joy to Firio.
āYour hair looks purple to me,ā Daniel mumbled, brown eyes squinted and confused as he stared at Firio. āDonā know why.ā
Firio blinked. Once. Twice. āLight purple?ā
āMmhm. Lavender.ā Firio almost couldnāt believe his ears. The only people who saw his hair, his entire appearance, for what it was, were typically not attracted to men.
āIt is lavender, actually,ā he found himself mumbling, and Daniel sat up suddenly.
āReally?ā His face was closer now, Firio could see some of the lighter freckles that were harder to see from far away. āCause youāve got dark skin to me too. And freckles. And brown eyes.ā
Firio swallowed around the lump in his throat. āThatā¦ Those are all traits I actually possess, yeah.ā
Danielās smile was wide and brilliant and Firio felt his breath grow shorter at the sight. Heā¦ Heās such a dork, truly, itās a miracle someone like him managed to survive as long as he has. The way he stared at Firioā¦ It wasnāt in the want he was used to. It was softer.
āI see you,ā Daniel said with a little laugh. āI, I see you as you are, Fi. I see your purple hair.ā
Firio found himself smiling too. He... He couldnāt remember someone seeing what he actually looked like. Not when theyāre attracted to men. What does it mean? How does heā¦ Did he want this?
Firio looked at Danielās red curls and hundreds of freckles and brown eyes. He saw Daniel for what he was, a smiling dork who canāt eat without getting something on his face and trips over his own feet sometimes.
And Daniel saw Firio for who Firio was. He saw past Firioās defenses and powers and suddenly heās here, smiling at Firio like somehow everything was right in the world. Maybe it was, for a moment. For this moment.
āYeahā¦ yeah, you do.ā I love you too.
~~~
āI can see yourā¦ your hair still. Pretty purple. Light.ā Firio bit his lip and didnāt respond.
The knife was in his chest. Firio was the one who put it there. He was bleeding out, blood redder than his hair. The blood was spreading into Firioās pants. His eyes were dazed, dull. The knife shined. And Firio was the one who caused it. Caused this.
Yet here Firio was sitting, his head on his lap and fingers running through his hair. Here he sat, a lump in his throat and hands shaking.
āItās okay,ā his breath came out in gasps. Firio didnāt respond. He knew they were being listened to. āItāll be okayā¦ā
It wouldnāt. Daniel was dying. And Firio was the one to kill him. It didnāt matter if you had to, you still killed him.
āItās okay. Itās okay, itāll be okay,ā he repeated it over and over. āYouāre justā¦ doing what youāre told. Right?ā
āYou didnāt fight back,ā he forced his voice to growl. If it didnāt, it would crack. Emotions arenāt good right now. Emotions would get them both killed. He had to sound angry, he had to sound like he wasnāt drowning in sorrow and guilt he had to sound...
āDidnātā¦ I didnāt want to. Couldnāt. Not againā¦. againstā¦ not against youā¦ ā Danielās words were slurred. Heās losing too much blood. Heāll be dead soon.
Firio sat there, holding Daniel. He knew there were no cameras, no visual way of seeing this. Which is why it was okay that a single silent tear fell. Why it was okay that he held Daniel, feeling the blood he spilled soak into his clothes.
It was a night of blood, of gang ties, of control, and puppet strings. Firio had to play his part. And Daniel had to die.
āPlease,ā Danielās voice was quiet. His eyelids fluttered, struggled to stay open. āPlease take careā¦ of āer. Please, Fi, pleaseā¦ā
Firio stayed silent. I wish I could.
āFi, please. Iāmā¦ Iām dyingā¦ pleaseā¦ saveā¦ save herā¦ā
Firio squeezed his eyes shut. But I canāt promise that.
āPlease, I needā¦ Fiā¦ā
Firio sat in the silence.
Warm blood soaked his pants. Unmoving head on his lap. His hands were still in his dead loverās hair. The words still in his ears, begging him to protect his daughterā¦
He wouldnāt be able to keep that promise. So he didnāt make it.
āI can see your purple hair is like our version of I love you,ā Firio can remember Daniel whispering one night when they were alone.
The last time he heard it, he couldnāt say he loved him too.
This example of my writing is a brief miraculous ladybug fanfiction where Marinette was turned into a cyborg against her will with 376 words, which would be $3 (this is not for sale as it is an example)
TWs: character death, violent character death, blood, gun, suicide
If you want to commission me feel free to checkĀ here!
If you want to give me a tip you can on my ko-fi rightĀ here!
~~~
"Go," Blood was dribbling from Dr Pina's mouth. She had lost 1.562 liters already.
She didn't want to. She was new to this. Her veins were a mixture of blood and wires - gold wires covered in rubber for a better conductivity.
"You don't have to die," Her voice was different, or she assumed so. She couldn't remember anything before the lab.
The Doctor shook her head numbly. "Leave me behind. I can't walk. Go."
"I can carry you-"
A gunshot. Not from any of the guards. They were cuffed with titanium handcuffs, their heads bruising from blunt force delivered by her and the Doctor.
No. The gunshot came from Dr. Pina's emergency gun. The bullet wound she gave herself heavily increased her bleeding, now 0.738 liters per second-
"Why?" The word left her mouth. There was no logical, factual reason for this.
"Go," Dr. Pina's words were only a whisper now. Her heartbeat slowed to a stop.
She couldn't cry. She wasn't sure she ever did. But if any moment warranted crying, it was this.
There was no reason to stay any longer. The others were getting closer. The time to escape is now.
Carefully, MDC - 19 placed a kiss on the Doctor's forehead. She also had wires, but the wired ones weren't immortal. They also, according to Dr. Pina, used to be human.
Human. Noun. A human being, especially a person as distinguished from an animal or (in science fiction) an alien.
She also said MDC - 19's name used to be Marinette. Marinette Dupain-Cheng.
But that didn't matter now. The Doctor was gone, and MDC - 19 had to flee.
She could see the territory line from here. The exit was only 3.1467 meters from Dr. Pina. They could have made it together.
MDC - 19 wished they crossed the line together when her foot stepped ove it.
Pain.
Blinding pain fire pain-
~~~
"And to finish my report, MDC - 19 attempted to cross the barrier when her self destruct protocol activated. We recovered nothing but ashes and blood from the scene. We should review MDC - 19's blueprints to recreate the experiment since she was out most successful cyborg as of yet."
This example of my writing is an original story with 794 words, which would be $8 (this is not for sale as it is an example)
TWs: character death, missing family, ghost watching his family move on, violent death mention
If you want to commission me feel free to checkĀ here!
If you want to give me a tip you can on my ko-fi right here!
~~~
He was dead. He knew he was dead.
Myles Owens died painfully, but it only took a moment. He barely even remembered it happening. Then there was an after, a point after death where he was just there. He continued to wander without legs that got tired. Saw with unreal eyes.
He saw his family. He tried comforting them at first. Quickly realized they couldn't hear him. Or see him. Or feel him. Ophelia would cry for hours curled up under her bed. He remembered when heād find her like that alive, join her under the bed and comfort her until she felt safe to come out. She couldnāt tell he was under there with her anymore. Octavius, gods, Myles hated watching him get drunk after Ophelia went to bed. Hated hearing his sobs. Salty tears and alcohol were not a good mix and Myles hated that he couldnāt carry him to bed and kiss his face and whisper that things would be alright.
It hurt, watching them cry and sob and weep and hurt and not being able to help.
But they moved on. He got to watch them get better. There were still moments. Times Ophelia said she wished her papa could see this and he wanted to scream I am I am seeing this Iām here! but he didnāt. Myles knew it would be pointless if he tried.
Time passed. He spent a lot of it at his gravestone. People would come by sometimes, talk to him. They never heard him respond but he always did. Ophelia came most often, but he didnāt blame Octavius for not visiting. He was trying to move onā¦
~~~
āHi papa. I got an A on my project! Iām really proud of it, actuallyā¦ā
Thatās fantastic! I know you worked really hard too. Iām proud of you, your dad is putting it in the scrapbook I just know it.
~~~
āRemember the day you told me youād pay for my surgery? I doā¦ one of the best days of my life. I-I was able to do that today. I was able to be what you were for meā¦ Iām glad I was able toā¦ he-he deserves it.ā
Iām proud of you. Iām so god damn proud of you. You- I told you, when I paid for it, that I was investing in the future. I didnāt mean the company, I meant this. Iām so glad youāre helping when I canāt anymore. Thank you.
~~~
āGood morning papa. I havenāt told Dad yet, but I think Iām gay too. I just.. I have a really big crush on this girlā¦ā
Iām proud of you. Take your time coming out, okay? Know he wonāt ever pressure you or anything. If he does Iāll come back from the dead to kick his ass.
~~~
āHi Myles.ā He looked up at the words, Octavius? āItās been a while.ā
It has.
āAndā¦ I think Iām falling in love again.ā
Myles knew he was. He could remember watching them. He smiled and tears that werenāt water fell down his illusioned cheeks and disappeared.
Iām glad youāre moving on. I wish I could too.
He could close his eyes and still remember the first date with Oct, the first time they kissed or held handsā¦ Gods, he loved him with everything he doesnāt have anymore.
But heās dead. And his love is moving on.
āI-I guess I just want you to know. I donāt- this is stupid, I donāt even know if you can hear me.ā
I can. I love you. Iām sorry.
Octavius ran a hand through his hair. It was down today, Myles always liked it better down. āāPhe and I are doing okay. Weāre doing better. I-Iām glad Iām able to move on, even if it doesnāt work outā¦ā
I hope youāre able to be happy.
He did. Even if he cried meaningless tears after his love left. Octaviusās happiness was more important. Heās still alive to be happy. Thatās more important.
He was dead. He knew he was dead.
So why did it still hurt so much?
Myles spent most of his time at his grave these days. Heād check in sometimes, make sure they were all okay and doing well. He didnāt stick around for too long though. It hurt knowing they never saw or heard or felt him, he didnāt like the reminders.
Myles heard shuffling and looked up. Ophelia, dragging Octavius and his second husbandās new son with her.
āThis is my first papa. Thought since I met your parents, you should meet him too.ā
Myles looked up over the boyās shoulder at his invisible parents. He gave them a smile.
None of them were heard. But sometimes the reminders were worth it.
This example of my writing is an original story with 736 words which would be $6 (this is not for sale as it is an example)
TWs: fire, character death, abusive foster home, living on after death of one you cared about
If you want to commission me feel free to checkĀ here!
If you want to give me a tip you can on my ko-fi right here!
~~~
She woke to warmth and arms holding her against something. Chest, head, her head was against another head and on a shoulder and arms held her snugly while being careful of her legs and it was warm. More than warm, really, it was hot. Like the summer nights outside hot except the air was dry and it just burned really. She wanted to be cooler and struggled to get away from the person holding her. "Hey, hey, hey, sshhh. Almost there."
Voice. She knew that voice. Stories told to her at night in dramatic fashion with hands waving in the air and wide smiles and laughter soft singing as hands braided her hair and comforted her from loss the voice that yelled at the mean ones and said, "I'm fine," when she found him crying she knows this voice she knows him.
Arachne opened her eyes. "Ladon?"
Smoke. Smoke like the time they lit a small fire in one of the rooms to keep warm smoke like the thing the mean ones exhale after putting the sticks in their mouth smoke like what comes out of Ladon's mouth when he's trying not to scream.
"Hey, we're almost there," there was fire everywhere but Arachne trusted Ladon's voice. He never lies. "Almost out. Tix did it."
Wasn't Arachne trapped? Yes, the mean one, Mr Malvaes, he got her. Trapped her in a room and told her to stay while he got the others. She didn't want him to get the others though, made him mad. Like what Ladon always did. She doesn't remember what happened after that.
"You came back?" He should have been out, right? It's too hot. Maybe it was because of the fire.
"I wasn't about to leave my favorite sister," he chuckled and Arachne smiled. She knew he said that to all of them, but it felt nice. She was a favorite, kind of. "We're almost the-"
Scream. Scream, anger, rage, fear- no, the fear was what Arachne felt when she heard the scream. Ms. Malvaes never sounded so angry before. It made Arachne's breathing quicken and eyes widen. She's gonna hurt me.
"No, she isn't," did he read her mind? Maybe she said the words out loud. "I won't let her hurt any of you."
Arachne wanted to argue. She always hurts them, hurts them until the other mean one makes her stop. Arachne hugged tighter. She didn't want to get hurt again.
Why is there fire?
Ladon began to set her down. "No, no no," what is he doing?
"It's okay," Ladon laughed gently. He had red liquid on his face and he held his hands up to calm her down and they were red too. "It's okay spider girl. Medusa and Tix are outside. I'm just going to make sure she doesn't follow us."
"She'll kill you!" Arachne was tired and hurt but she grabbed onto his shirt. Why is it soaked? "She's gonna kill you! Please, don't!"
Ladon paused. Arachne did too. She convinced him? Like that? His eyes went past her for a moment- he had to be imagining the outside world. They'd be free there, outside of the House.
He looked back at her and kissed her head. He did this a lot. It usually made her smile but she was too scared right now. Ms. Malvaes sounded closer.
"Say hello to the world for me, okay?"
No. "No, please she's gonna kill you, say hello yourself we can just leave-"
He smiled. It didn't look right. It looked sad. She struggled more, but Tix- she knew it was Tix it had to be- held firm. She was dragged out, kicking and screaming.
And she watched her brother turn and run back into the flames.
~~~
"You would have liked him," she sat in a tree, watching her friend fly high. He just got his wings. Well, he had them for a while but they worked now. He swooped again and she couldn't breathe for a moment until he rose in the air once more. "He lost his wings permanently, but you would have liked him."
Her memories of the House of Monsters and her first family got more and more fuzzy as time went on. But even if she forgot a few details with time, she'd never forget to say one thing.
This example of my writing is an original story with 1747 words which would be $18 (this is not for sale as it is an example)
TWs: mentions of emotional, physical, and psychological abuse by a lover, itās a take on christianity so religion warning, mentions of suicidal thoughts and suicide
If you want to commission me feel free to checkĀ here!
If you want to give me a tip you can on my ko-fi right here!
~~~
The Judge had seen many souls over the eternity of live. Perhaps in the beginning, the Judge was not a being of hell, but the Judge was still there for the first souls in existence being made. The Judge was the one who first chose who got soulmates and who didnāt. The Judge remembers the first pair of soulmates, angels. The Judge remembers how their closeness made the host fear their power. The Judge remembers a lot.
The Judge doesnāt get to see all the souls anymore though. The Judge doesnāt choose soulmates anymore. The Judge no longer gets to observe the beauty of every soul, the Judge only sees the souls that heaven chooses not to accept. Because heaven learned to choose like the Judge chose, but heaven chose things that the Judge disagreed with. So, now the Judge, rejected, Judges the others that heaven rejects.
But some beautiful and heartbreaking souls still slip through the cracks to be admired by the first one to ever admire them. The Judge has learned that sinners can still be beautiful, and that some souls sent to hell arenāt truly sinners at all.
The Judge has also learned that souls can be broken.
Humans can break spirits and minds, the Judge knew this. The Judge was aware of the most horrific acts a human could do to one another, to themselves, to anyone or anything. The Judge knew that humans can break and break and break. Yet when meeting the first shattered soul, the Judge was caught off guard. A spirit can heal. A mind can too. A soul cannot, not without intervention by one of a higher power, a being from heaven or hell or other ventures.
The Judge has come across multiple shattered souls by now. The Judge never bothered to count them, as in an eternity they would never come to a stop, and the Judge would rather not experience the hopeless feeling of the shattering and pain never ceasing. Never stopping.
So this soul in front of the Judge was not a surprise. Shattered, completely, glass shards of pain and agony and grief with pieces of love and hatred. Emotions the Judge has learned well over the years of looking through sinners. However from what the Judge could see of this one, the soul wasā¦ not intended to be hell bound. The soul wanted to help.
The Judge sighed. The soul was in pain and restless, the Judge could not get anywhere with it like this. Carefully, the Judge began to move some pieces. The soul sobbed, the Judge could not tell if it was from pain or from relief, but the Judge had long since learned to ignore sounds of suffering from their existence in hell. It was long and tedious work, and perhaps to a being with a shorter lifespan, it would not be worth the work at all. However the Judge had lived a long eternity, and still had a long eternity to go, and spending time on such a task was only another task in continuing existence. Pieces began to fit together soon enough and the soul became more and more whole as the Judge continued. The soul was assembled into larger pieces when the Judge decided to take another look at them.
The first piece was the largest, the soulās past and personality and goals. Itā¦ the soul was beautiful, perhaps not among the most beautiful the Judge had seen, but better than average. It had grown up wishing to help, doing what it could to help. It valued those that put others first and strived to be one like such. The Judge felt confusion. Why would heaven reject a soul as pure as this one?
The second piece was a swirling vortex of pain and hurt, love and hatred so intertwined that it was difficult to tell if they were both present or if it was just one. A cancer on the soul, the Judge realized. The soul had a parasite from its life, a parasite that likely caused its shattering.
The rest of the pieces were in a pile, seemingly connecting the second piece to the rest of the soul. The Judge looked at the pieces of the soul, thinking.
Heaven likely rejected this soul due to the disease on it. The disease would appear like any sin, as it infected part of what would have been a good personās soul and made it sick and twisted. The Judge looked back at it, still in thought.
The Judge could send the piece of the soul back to heaven. It was assembled enough to become a Risen, thought it would lack substantial memories if its human life and personality. The Judge could also rebuild the whole soul, allow the beauty to be tainted and corrupted. The Judge could also allow the soul to stay here and not rebuild it, however it is likely that in this environment the soul would only grow another tumor.
The Judge sighed. Decisions like this needed more information. Without thinking much of it, the Judge touched the second piece of the soul to learn its memories.Ā
Pain. Pain pain pain pain pain pain. I love him. I want to help him. It hurts it hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts. Help me. Go back. Help him. Save him. Save me. Real, not real. He loves me. It hurts itās painful it hurts so much I want to die it hurts to much. He loves me not. He hurts heās hurting me pain pain pain. Please let me escape. Let me go back. It hurts hurts hurts hurts. I want to save him please. I need to die. I want him back. I want to leave. Please stop. I want to save you. Please. Hurts dying pain suffering itās not real it is I want it to be fake itās real itās not he loves me he loves me he loves me not.
The Judge gasped, pulling away within a second, almost afraid. The pain left the Judge breathless and afraid, shaking slightly. That much torture, internal and external, in a single soulā¦
No wonder the soul couldnāt bear it.
The Judge shook, taking a deep breath. The delusions of love is what hurt the Judge the most. The idea that the soul could care for and love something hurting it to the point of madnessā¦
The Judge will never understand humans, but the Judge will always have the ability to feel the pain the souls feel when Judging, will always know their innermost thoughts as learned from their souls.
The Judge took a moment, or perhaps several. Time was different to an immortal in hell after all. But in the end, the Judge decided thatā¦ well, perhaps that the Judge is unfit to Judge. It happened before, when the Judge asked a soul what it would prefer, though it wasnāt often. However no one will ever truly know one like oneself will, and the Judge acknowledges such. The Judge can read souls like a human reads a book, but the Judge cannot write them like the human does, the Judge cannot live them.
The Judge touched the larger pure piece of the soul gently, brushing fingers over the surface. If you wish to speak, I am giving you the ability as of now.
The soul brightened. Whatās going on?
You have been sent to hell. However you have a few options.
Options? What do you mean?
Heaven rejected you because of a blight on your soul. The cancer destroyed you from the inside out, I had to rebuild you. I can send you back to heaven before I complete the rebuilding, without the harm on your soul. I can also give you the sickness back and you will stay down here. Without your entire soul, you will lack memories, but whatever you can remember as of now you will have with you. The memories tied to the pain may not be worth shouldering on once more, as they broke your soul before.
The soul seemed to shift and flutter a bit.
Iā¦ I cannot remember feeling any love.
The Judge looked through the soul, finding that oddly, the large piece had none of the love.
I remember telling my parents and my sister I love them, but I cannot remember feeling it. I know I must have, because I remember the hurt of them disowning me.
The Judge looked at the writhing, horrid piece of the soul. Love was sprinkled throughout it, intermixed with the hatred.
I do not want to go to Heaven not knowing love. I do not wish to continue on with my current memories without remembering everything. I feel broken, I donāt want that.
The Judge must have still been experiencing emotion from touching the soul, as it felt as though happiness had died. You may still feel broken after being put back together. The love you are missing is mixed with more pain and hatred than most humans ever encounter.
I can handle it.
The Judge blinked. Ah, perhaps the human soul wasnāt perfect. With those words, the pieces from the third pile shifted. With a closer look, the Judge realized that while it is below the surface, this soul was prideful. This soul wanted to help and took pride in the fact that they could. Believed that they were the only ones that should.
Their pride is what caused the sickness to become as bad as it became, perhaps what aided the sickness to start in the beginning. If I fully reconstruct your soul, you will be a demon of Pride within hell.
Alright.
The soul dulled, waiting for the Judge to put it back together. Waiting to be stitched up and waiting to relive the worst memories of their life, waiting to be forced to be whole with the madness that drove them to shattering. Hoping they wouldnāt shatter again.
The Judge almost wished that it did not have to be done, or perhaps that the Judge did not have to do it. But the Judge chose to give this decision to the soul. And a Judge is meant to have honor.
The sad thing about loving the beauty of souls is that the Judge becomes attached sometimes. The Judge wishes for better than what the souls get. However even a being of eternity cannot change what is happening, what has happened.
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Emoleteās favorite food in the world was chocolate ice cream. He can count really high. He likes hugs and falling asleep on his dads or aunt or uncles or next to his cousin-siblings. Heās six, which means heās over two thousand days old. He didnāt count the days though, he added them because he was curious. He counted all the days in a year though, because he didnāt know how to ask how many there were. Thereās 365 by the way.
Emolete likes a lot of things and has a lot of people to love, but right now someone new is going to join his family. He thinks thatās how it works at least. Heās sitting outside in the hallway with his cousins maybe. Heās not sure who all is here, heās not sure if he actually exists right now.
His daddy has had a baby in his belly for a while now. Emolete doesnāt remember how long though, he didnāt count the days. Heās been excited and scared, because he gets to be a big brother but what if something bad happens? What if the baby doesnāt like him? If the baby doesnāt like him he wonāt get to be a good big brother because the baby will see him and cry and Emolete might cry too.
He took a breath. Usually he was nervous when people tried to make him talk, this nervous was different, but the same nervousness go away trick worked. When he got nervous he fidgeted with something, this time a soft necklace rope thing. It felt nice. He liked rubbing it on his face when no one was looking, but right now he was rubbing it with his fingers and wrapping it and unwrapping it around his wrist. He counted too, in his head. Counting helped him calm down too, and he could breathe easier. He didnāt like talking though, so it was in his head.
Emolete would do his best to be a really good super amazing big brother. Sometimes his best isnāt enough, but itās okay because it was still his best. And he can always ask for help, he knows that.
He didnāt know if the baby would be a boy or girl. Maybe theyād be one now but a different one later too. He knows daddy was a boy but everyone thought he was a girl, itās why he can have babies. He hopes they donāt all think his little sibling is something theyāre not, because people might be mean when they try to be their real selves. But then again he could just learn to use a knifeā¦
Would it only be one baby? He glanced over briefly at his energetic cousin-siblings. How did twins work? Was there two in the belly? Or is one born then the baby turns into two after being born? What if he has one sibling today but in a month he has four? How do parents stop the twin spawnings? Emoleteās head hurt, he didnāt understand it.
Deep breath. More soft necklace.
Daddyās been in there forever but also not a long time. Papa and Pops are with him, sometimes he hears them saying nice things to help daddy. Auntie goes in and out, but its uncle Magnus staying here with them. Emolete thinks he told a joke about his hand to calm them down, but he wasnāt listening. The fabric is soft and if he focuses on it, time might go faster.
He heard a lot of muffled stuff behind the door, but almost at once a sound Emolete didnāt know pierced the muffled mumbles. It was crying. His head jerked and he looked at the door. He didnāt know if the others reacted or if they even heard.
The baby is cryingā¦
It was forever and no time at all between when he first sat down on the floor and when the babies crying started then seemed to quiet and when someone touched his head gently to get his attention. He liked it when they did that, it felt nice.
He said yes, he wanted to meet his new sibling.
There was only one bundle. Daddyās skin was shiny like it was wet and his hair was wet too but he was smiling and really tired. Papa was getting a towel for daddy and Pops was holding the bundle.
Emolete sat down on the end of the bed as instructed. Answered the questions with nods and shaking his head. His eyes rarely left the bundle. It looked so small, even with Pops holding it, were babies supposed to be that small?
This is your sister.
Her name is Anwyn.
Do you want to hold her?
The information was new and he was trying to remember it all while nodding. He wants to hold her.
The bundle felt bigger than it looked, maybe because Emolete was a kid and smaller than his dads. The babyās face was kind of squishy and funny looking, but Emolete was funny looking too, that just meant they were more fun to love daddy said. The babyās eyes were closed and he made sure to support her head because her neck wasnāt strong enough to do that on her own yet.
He might be crying. He thinks Olivia and Oliver are crying too, looking at the baby while he holds her. Theyāre trying to be quiet though, because sheās sleeping.
But then sheās not. Her eyes open and Emolete gasps quietly. Itās not normally impressive, eyes are eyes, but itās his baby sister looking at him now. His baby sisterās eyes are open.
He doesnāt like talking, but suddenly words are coming out of his mouth.
āHi Anwyn, Iām your brother. Iām going to be the best brother in the world for you, okay?ā
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