The warriors until the end of time

I offer a range of colouring styles other than what is here. Please Please Please check this tag for what I offer. Send me an ask to get a quote if you prefer that style/colour and I will be more than happy to tell you. The prices above are my very base prices; they vary depending on what it is exactly you want.

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So I’ll start from the top.

I am English so if possible to be paid in GBP but if not Dollars are fine! I will give you the conversion of the price if you are paying in GBP.

I accept paypal only.

As you can see I can work all the way from a sketch to a fully finished style. As mentioned before if there are any other styles you are interested in that I have done simply ask for a quote. Prices are also negotiable either way depending on what you want. 

Please note these prices are per body! If you want an extra body added dependent on the complexity of said characters there will be extra charges but I will always confirm with you the price beforehand. I am open to quoting anything for you if you just ask!

Other than that I think that’s it.. If you are interested my ask box is open.

I can also help with design work if you describe roughly what you want, those prices are dependable however so query for that also.

Ren leans onto her palm, giving him a skeptical glance. “Right.” Pushing her glass along the table, away from her, she’s stand up, brushing herself off.

“You’re in the Latin Quarter. Does that work? Or do you need every little detail… like the exact street? You can read, right?” Her irritation was growing, yet, she hid it well– sort of. The tone of voice she spoke in was not only condescending, but each word she spoke was quick, as if she wanted nothing to do with him, if she wanted him to leave. 

“Changed…” Her eyes roll, “Of course, anyway.” Hands placed on her hips, Ren would stare at him through his whole monologue, as if he was some mad man (should have known). “So you’re… what? A zombie?” she’d sneer.

“The Latin Quarter?”  He asked.  “Well.  That doesn’t hurt.”  He was going to ask her a few other questions, but he could hear her tone.  

      [ ☀ ] – Though not at all appeased by the way he so pathetically became quite a bit more docile, Kars found it to be more agreeable than his previous screeching, though that hardly lasted a moment. 

     “…how naive of you to think he could have. But it’s to be expected from someone as dense as you. You are in no place to be questioning me.” The only place he belonged was crushed beneath his heel like the pest he was.

“Sure… I’m also down at that record store on Sunset. It’s across from the Whisky-a-go-go.” Mel scrawled down her number as she headed down to the Ferrari to return it to the proper owner. “I own the place, so it’s where I normally am during daylight hours.”

((Ugh, I have panzer world Galients opening stuck in my head.