Little Tuc

Reblogs/shares are greatly appreciated as well!

Making an updated post of this with newer works, and because we're in desperate need of help again, so this'll hopefully give me and my new family some new work.

Hi, my name is Link and my family and I (father and younger sibling) have been homeless for a year and a half now (since November 2021). It's a long story but in short, my father fell into a diabetic coma and lost his job, leaving him without a home since he mainly lived in his truck. My sibling and I were also being forced to leave our homes, so it was a very sad coincidence 🥲 my friend, who's home I had to leave due to family issues, drove us to the nearest motel and I've been doing commissions to support us ever since.

We're living day by day with the commissions I and my sibling recieve (I'll link their commissions here and here if you want to check them out) and recently, work has been very scarce. Most days, like today, we're staying up all night and afternoon to pay for our room that we're trying to stay in and we barely have any food for the week. I'm hoping to get enough to pay for at least today and something to eat for tonight.

We don't have any family support (each side of the family has refused to help) and no friend support from any of us, so we've been doing things ourselves from the start. We'd really appreciate any kind of help we could get, especially with the way things are going right now. I'll be putting my prices and contact info below if anyone is interested. Thank you for taking the time to read this and for sharing this or any help you give us if we do, it really means a lot to us.

Also! My turnaround time per commission is up to two weeks for smaller commissions and up to a month for bigger commissions since I'm usually busy with starting/finishing other commissions because I have to take on a lot at once to maintain our living situation. Nowadays I'm setting it to a month regardless of a piece to avoid burnout. If you'd need a deadline for one, you will have to pay a deadline fee. If you ever need an immediate update aside from my normal updates between stages, please let me know! As for payment, it will be made upfront with no refunds since we need to use them right away either for the room or food and don't have the extra funds to repay in case someone would want a fund.

Business Email - [email protected]

~Prices~

Sketch (price depending on type of sketch) - base price of 10$

Sketch page - 10$ per sketch

Headshot - 20$ (+10$ if shaded)

Bust - 30$ (+10$ if shaded)

Half body - 45$ (+10$ if shaded)

Full body - 60$ (+10$ if shaded)

Couples Commission (a commission that includes two people) - 90$ (+15$ if shaded)

Group commissions (commission that includes more than two people, price dependant on the details) - 60 base price(one character, unshaded; each extra character is +75% to the original price) (40$+ if shaded)

The Mahariels

feat. Baninion and Lynia (who belongs to @stupidlittletuc, the talented artist who made that picture!). Takes place at some point mid-Blight, after the slaying of the Archdemon but before the events of Awakening.

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Camps, no matter how well-situated and stocked, were always terrible. No one could sleep well enough, eat well enough, or bathe well enough with that many people sharing such a small parcel of land.

Baninion hated camps.

The Grey Wardens were preparing an assault on a large population of Darkspawn that streamed out of an enormous gash in the earth just at the edge of Ferelden’s northern border. They had amassed a small militia of Grey Wardens from around Thedas, something which Ban bitterly reflected would have come in handy months earlier.

She found her bedroll, tucked as far from the center of camp as possible, and tossed her gear onto it in a tiny cacophony. Dozens of Darkspawn had met their end at the top of her arrows over the last week, and Ban tried to remind herself that she was fortunate to be able to come back at all.

Determined to find enough food and drink to try and fill the void that had become the center of her being, Ban left her weapons and the majority of her armor behind, wandering into camp proper.

After only a few footsteps, though, her foot caught a branch that had not been there moments before, tripping her. No, not a branch.

An arrow.