YanateKage

Hey guys! I'm writing a journal for this instead of posting another picture because I feel like it's easier at this point. This is just a note explaining I have adjusted the prices for my commissions. The prices in place (as of Jan 22, 2018) are now as follows:

Line Art
- 1/2 Body: $5
- Full Body: $7
(I took out the rough sketch as a category, but if you would like one instead of line art, notify me)

Flat Colors
- 1/2 Body: $10
- Full Body: $12

+ $5 for shading
+ $10 for a background

For extra characters, it is 1/2 the original price (for one character) added to the total.

If you have any questions, feel free to contact me! Either message me here, comment on my post, or email me at purplekatarts@gmail.com

Please note:

-All of the transactions will take place through PayPal in US Dollars.
-Visual references are preferred over text-based ones.
-If you would like to be contacted with in progress screenshots of your commission, please specify.
-Suggestive drawings are fine, explicit is not (lewds, not nudes)

Thank you !!

[yeah I know this is way late.. but I'm collecting badges and felt like actually answering the questions they're asking. So here ya go..]

1. How long have you been on DeviantArt?    I've been on for almost 4 years now

2. What does your username mean?        My username is a reference to one of my original characters, Yanate Taderu. At the time I made her last name Kage cause it sounded cool, but changed it more recently. 

3. Describe yourself in three words.        Creative, kindhearted, patient

4. Are you left or right handed?        right handed    

5. What was your first deviation?        ha it was a crappy drawing of Rin Okumura I made on here with muro. I had no idea what I was doing when I first created the account, so I tried out muro to put something on my profile. I drew it with my mouse, but it wasn't half bad for a rushed drawing of mine at the time ^^"

6. What is your favourite type of art to create?        If you asked me this a few months ago I would have answered, without hesitation, drawing with pencil and paper is my favorite. But recently I got a drawing tablet and have been transitioning to more computer-oriented drawings, and find sometimes those turn out a lot better than my sketches do. So.. //shrugs??

7. If you could instantly master a different art style, what would it be?        Oh man i would love to master pixelization, especially to create nighttime city scenes

8. What was your first favourite?        Someone else's drawing of Rin Okumura lol

9. What type of art do you tend to favourite the most?        I like digital art a lot, but sketches and colors with copics are sweet too

10. Who is your all-time favourite deviant artist?        //shrugs ??????    

11. If you could meet anyone on DeviantArt in person, who would it be?        //shrugs again ????    

12. How has a fellow deviant impacted your life?        In general when I upload a drawing and people like it, I feel proud of my work and in turn motivated to improve and make more art.

13. What are your preferred tools to create art?        I still usually sketch out my basic drawing, but then I use Paint Tool SAI to sketch a digital drawing, then fill in colors with photoshop

14. What is the most inspirational place for you to create art?        I feel most productive at school usually, but when my projects turn out really nice, it's usually at home

15. What is your favourite DeviantArt memory?        I liked it best when I was deep into Homestuck and almost all the art I uploaded was for Homestuck, and I got a lot of positive feedback for my work from the community

Chapter 1:

"Bro come on!" Dirk yelled in frustration, leaning all of his weight against his bedroom door while trying to force it open. A loud click resonated throughout Dirk's bedroom as Dave locked his younger brother inside.
"It's for your own good little man. Things are getting worse and we're running out of options. There's barely any food left and you fucking drank the last bottle of aj!" There was a pause, then Dirk heard him sigh from the other side. "Just.. trust me. I know what I'm doing."
The loud footsteps of Dirk's older brother gradually faded as he walked down the hallway to the living room. Dirk sank down to the floor and grumbled to himself.
"Great. Real fuckin' great, bro."
Dirk stared intensely at the floor through his triangular shades. He understood why his brother was acting the way he was, but that didn't mean he had to agree with it. It wasn't his fault the world had gone batshit crazy because the its resources had become scarce. Since Dave was a big Hollywood producer there was no real reason to worry, because even if supplies ran low on their end, they could just use the money he had earned to gain the upper hand. It was amazing how quickly the situation changed when money was involved.
Dave made sure to stock up their apartment with all the essentials, but Dirk noticed things went missing left and right. At first he figured his bro just became peckish randomly. That- or Lil Cal decided to siphon off his portion every now and then. It was less likely Lil Cal was the culprit of this crime scene. Lil Cal wouldn't take and run. He's too cool.
Unfortunately the last few days had been the point where their "secret stash" dwindled dangerously low. Even at the reduced rate they consumed the goods, it still would only last them a week at most.
Dirk began to get a migraine at this point. Regardless of how their supplies got so low Dirk couldn't focus on solving the mystery behind it. The only thing on his mind at this point was the proposal Dave had hurriedly agreed to. In exchange for a steady supply of relations, Dirk would marry the heir to another big name in their society, Crockercorp.
He had never seen the children on the infamous batterwitch, but he had overheard plenty of conversations and radio broadcasts. The batterwitch had two children- Jane and Jake- who were destined to take control of the factory once they grew up. They were said to be around the same age as Dirk, about 18.
Knowing this, though, did not quell the nausea building up in Dirk's stomach. Dave, without even consulting Dirk on the matter, decided Dirk would marry Jane. His brother consulted with the head of Corckercorp and managed to make a deal that in exchange for Jane's hand in marriage, Dirk and his older brother would recieve a supply of rations.
As much as Dirk loved the idea of not starving and dying off like half of the planet's population, he would rather fight his way through the streets of the impovished than marry someone he had never even met.
But as usual, Dirk didn't have a say in these sort of decisions. His brother, allegedly wiser because of his age, was the only one responsible enough to make sure everything was alright in their little duo.
Dirk was frustrated Dave almost never listened to him. No matter how dire the event, Dave did what Dave wanted, not necessarily what was best for the both of them.
Dirk had finally had enough. He had made up his mind to leave this hellhole. Despite the nagging sensation that it would be better to stay with someone, especially when that someone was well known throughout the cinematic community, while the world was practically running amok. Frankly at this point, he didn't care. Even if he had to figure something out along the way, he had to get away from Dave.
Dirk stood up hurriedly, the blood rushed to his head, giving him a few seconds of disorientation. He grabbed his old backpack from the back of his desk chair and flung it onto the bed while he made his way to the closet.
It was hot, the usual weather for California during the summer, but Dirk wanted to cover all the bases. He threw in anything and everything from tank tops and a pair of shorts to his favorite leather jacket and black ripped jeans.
By the end of his montage, Dirk had about two weeks worth of clothing tucked away in the folds of his backpack. Since the clothes took up the largest pockets, Dirk crammed as much extra necessities into the smaller parts he could find. A toothbrush here, a comb and gel so he could still style his hair, some spare bags of Doritos, and who could forget an extra pair of shades. Reluctantly, he reached behind the bookshelf where his copies of anime lay in alphabetical order, and pulled out $1,000 from his emergency stash. He realized it wouldn't last him very long, but it was at least enough to get him started with food for the rest of the week.
After about half an hour of packing, Dirk sized up what he had and decided he was ready. He slung both straps over his shoulders and silently slid the window open.
Dirk was about to stick his foot out when he realized he had almost forgot the most important thing. He stepped back inside and grabbed his authentic katana from the side of his desk. The sharp blade shone in the light as Dirk pulled it out of the sheath. He had always made a point to keep his swords in good condition.
Now with sword in hand, Dirk headed over to the window once again.  He took one last glance at the room, taking a moment to think about Dave again.
This surpasses the other bullshit he's pulled, he thought. First he spends all his time focusing on producing his movies, leaving me to fend on my own, and now that things are tights and his ass is on the line, he wants to marry me off to some chick... He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, pushing away the thought.
No more.
Dirk slid out the window onto the metal stairwell outside his window, slowly closing the window behind him. The breeze whipped his face as the sun glowed a deep orange in the distance. There was no turning back now.

I guess I was tagged for a thing? (I should seriously check my da more sorry for posting this late unu) Thanks Hadesthekid d: