Vasilique Mort

~Commissions are open!~ Ukrainian artist and writer.

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Commissions are open!~

Please feel all beckoning possible to reach out with any thought of painting, inquiry or question through either:

- Direct message in tumblr or ask inbox - Through my Email: [email protected] - Or through commission's google form!

Each way is beautiful and welcoming, and by each conclusion I would be overjoyed to be reached by your company<з

There is additionally written full options of the pricelist:

- Bust of one character down to the chest: 60$ Background for busts is free to be added<з

- Portrait of one or more characters starting from waist: 70$ For background + 10 $ as base cost, prices over are determined by detailing. For each new character + 20 $

- Character (or several) in full growth: 80$ For background + 10 $ as base cost as well, prices over are determined by detailing. For each new character + 30 $

I do portraits in three formats - bust, waist-length and then full-length. They can be various in styling, therefore please pay close attention to the difference in the execution of these formats: - The busts are always more detailed in the character's features. - The atmosphere is more consistent in waist-length paintings. - Full-length drawings are well suited to demonstrate clothing design or particular scene.

Cost of more complex and expressive pieces and backgrounds are increased by tipping after full painting was completed, which I express as an deeply loyal and tactful system - it is absolutely voluntary and happens only at the end of the project, so you have ability to define their cost to your feelings and abilities and nothing over that<зз

I adore to experiment with styles and learn new tones of this craft - as each meeting is a start of something beautiful, and I desire to create art that is complex and multifaced, but to an important extend I should say that I do not feel comfortable to copy or imitate other's styles of execution and sensuality, and a lot of expressions and detailing in my work are sudden and stands in variability - art is an journey and yet I would love to share this journey with you;з

Oh, and you have read almost everything, thank you so much!o///o And also there, under the cut, is described general process of work and how we conclude payment.

How do we work on an order?

Please, once again - feel free to contact via Tumblr, mail, google form or ask inbox for any questions you may acquire!~

After I discuss the content of the painting with you and receive additional materials (photo of the person that is drawn, or references that are close to what you would like to see in particularly), I start creating the first sketch.

In accordance with the request, I make a sketch of the future painting, which will contain all its important elements and an approximate color scheme that we will use. At this stage, you can freely make your amendments, and when the content suits you, I will ask you for an advance payment of half the cost of the work without additional prices of background or detailing.

After that, work on the portrait will begin. Its duration varies on several factors - to a greater extent on the volume and complexity of the work itself, as well as on my own workload with other projects.

After completing the portrait, I will send you its version in lowered quality - after you familiarize yourself with it (there is also possible some edits - of tones and colors, elements of shading, character's features and general small details), and after you pay the rest of the amount you shall receive the final result of our artwork! ~

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Within some violent and cold mountains Some sweet and red fruits are growing In the somber yet quite divine gardens Dark-blooded they are and walking So close to them slipped A once sinless serpent A lady of hungers And took those sweets Thoughtless

So she's drunk dead of those poisons And for her he'll be long waiting Surely not in heavens But in the shores of his harboring

Breathless and dizzy and witlessly out of mind I am from the awing and most delightful company of @expertmakodriver that was shared with me so generously!

Endless thank you's, seas of love's, millenniums of adoration for you<з

[vasiliquemort]

Within some violent and cold mountains Some sweet and red fruits are growing In the somber yet quite divine gardens Dark-blooded they are and walking So close to them slipped A once sinless serpent A lady of hungers And took those sweets Thoughtless

So she's drunk dead of those poisons And for her he'll be long waiting Surely not in heavens But in the shores of his harboring

Breathless and dizzy and witlessly out of mind I am from the awing and most delightful company of @expertmakodriver that was shared with me so generously!

Endless thank you's, seas of love's, millenniums of adoration for you<з

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Oh and heavy is that fist Of lady Jupiter's one; So burn in blue flame, Mistress of great martyrdom, Burn like rows of candles, splatters of stars As your soul is just as thick and as bitter as tar, As gloriously tart as smoke in the summer.

Years- and ages-worthy kind of love and breathless adoration lay in my heart towards the lovely, beautiful @birues! As far as stars my gratefulness reach, but also as grand as sun it lays within me<зз

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You, despite your torment and rues Covered heart of mine with your hands; The wind, that goes by your side Is a sin, that set us apart.

I, too, despite the aching and tiredness inside, Have covered heart of yours with the hands of mine; We're side by side, but regardless of it Neither couldn't spread their wings wide.

If there's no way for us To walk one road along Then earth shall see a shadow one - And yet with wings of four.

To gentle mellowness and thoughtfulness and glory of the company, of @lady-hircine's ones, I am endlessly grateful, unspeakably lush with love, and tirelessly awestruck<з

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Demure-ish practice of some evening's late expressions<ззз

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You are the Moon, How many songs will be sung again, Desires which ploughed the sky To reach you.

You are the port for writers who don't write And often lose their minds, For angels of clay Unable to fly.

So mad and mindless I am from joy to ponder over that face, and to be gifted such tender and blossoming throughout of my heart company of its creator, of its dreamer, of @winduphathe!

To you my heart forever lays, and to you my gratefulness and adoration know no bounds, no wit, no measure at all<зз

[vasiliquemort]

You are the Moon, How many songs will be sung again, Desires which ploughed the sky To reach you.

You are the port for writers who don't write And often lose their minds, For angels of clay Unable to fly.

So mad and mindless I am from joy to ponder over that face, and to be gifted such tender and blossoming throughout of my heart company of its creator, of its dreamer, of @winduphathe!

To you my heart forever lays, and to you my gratefulness and adoration know no bounds, no wit, no measure at all<зз

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Oh how aureate you are, how bright and full of wind!

And so my delight, the joy and grand kingdoms of happiness I bear due to @the-razzdazzler's companionship, gentleness and attentiveness are all equally endless, all exist in rapid blossoming inside my chest!

For that I am witlessly adoring, and wretchedly lost in my gratefulness<з

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By woe conjured, by hope crooked, by you ripped apart

In all way possible there is no proper way to tone, describe or note how breathless I've become with the attention given by glorious, delightful, toothsome @quirevent and with the sight of marvels that this beautiful mind conjured!

For that I'm turned into ghost and roaming spirit, drawn by your sunset's light and gleaming of your children's teeth<зз

[vasiliquemort]

Oh how aureate you are, how bright and full of wind!

And so my delight, the joy and grand kingdoms of happiness I bear due to @the-razzdazzler's companionship, gentleness and attentiveness are all equally endless, all exist in rapid blossoming inside my chest!

For that I am witlessly adoring, and wretchedly lost in my gratefulness<з

[vasiliquemort]

By woe conjured, by hope crooked, by you ripped apart

In all way possible there is no proper way to tone, describe or note how breathless I've become with the attention given by glorious, delightful, toothsome @quirevent and with the sight of marvels that this beautiful mind conjured!

For that I'm turned into ghost and roaming spirit, drawn by your sunset's light and gleaming of your children's teeth<зз

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As your tenderness is a weighty silk of tar And as your love is as tart as a smoke in the summer

Breathless, dizzy and endlessly adoring I am for that gracious delight, for that well of treasures that is @lady-hircine's company, and by it I am mellowed into nothing but a dove, and by own gratefulness I'm trimmed into devotion<зз

Many, many thank you's forevermore!~

[vasiliquemort]

As your tenderness is a weighty silk of tar And as your love is as tart as a smoke in the summer

Breathless, dizzy and endlessly adoring I am for that gracious delight, for that well of treasures that is @lady-hircine's company, and by it I am mellowed into nothing but a dove, and by own gratefulness I'm trimmed into devotion<зз

Many, many thank you's forevermore!~

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Idol of my satiation, Orpheus of my vices

Found older than ancient sketch of this mien, missed him too much over the years to not actually finish it at last<з

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“A garden of sin is taking root within you. Serpent and fruit entwined together inside. A forbidden tree in bloom is there, and I swear I see it wreathed in fire.”

A tender friend inspired (conspired, even) me to conclude this portrait so early. For that I am forever tortured with gentleness, and for that I am endlessly drowning in the crimson sea of my adoration<зз

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A tender crux of my heart a hurting world of my dreamless mind.

To @winterdoves I am endlessly bound by gratefulness, to their gentleness I am forever beckoned - there is no moment in lived time where their company was not the well of beauty that it is, or the spring of tenderness from which I drink<зз