Vee
@icalasari.illusoria.ca
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He/Her/It/Them/Ve/Really any pronoun, I'm gender fluid but mostly Gender Shrug Born 1991 Very sleepy insomniac autist Site: https://www.illusoria.cat Server: https://discord.gg/illusoria
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I am now open for commissions. Below is my card with prices.

As the value of CAD to USD changes and I am Canadian, I have the prices in CAD. For quick conversion, assume prices are between 20-30% less than listed in USD, and you should be in the ballpark.

Alt text included with finished pieces.
Image of a commission card. There are three images, plus two icons. The icons are for Bluesky and Mastodon. The images are a sketch version of a black feline with a clock like face, triangular ears, and yellow eyes, a flat colour of the same, and a fully shaded version

Text read:

Icalasari's Commission Card

Base prices are below. No NSFW. Prices subject to
change based on complexity of piece. I reserve
the right to refuse to continue work on a piece if I
feel abused or it is found said piece will be used
for illegal purposes.

Sketch - $15 CAD
Watermark removed on payment.
No corrections - It's a quick sketch.
+$5 for each additional character (2 extra max).

Flats - $25 CAD
$10 CAD up front ; Watermark removed on payment.
3 corrections, be concise on what needs to be fixed.
+$10 for each additional character (2 extra max) ; +$5 for background.
Half of additional charges up front.

Full Shading - $40 CAD
$20 CAD up front ; Watermark removed on payment.
5 corrections, be concise on what needs to be fixed.
+$15 for each additional character (2 extra max) ; +$10 for background.
Half of additional charges up front.

Bsky: Vee - @icalasari.illusoria.net
Mastodon: Vee - @icalasari@mastodon.social

Additional Information not listed on the card:

If you mention you are low sight, I will create a high contrast version of your piece and allow free corrections in terms of visibility. I want all who commission me to feel they get their money's worth. Do not be shy!
icalasari.illusoria.ca
So I may not do art tonight. I have a good reason though

Cart machine stopped so suddenly I nearly tipped it over from the suddeness. Only reason it didn't fully tip was because a cart was loaded on it

To reiterate: I effectively nearly deadlifted a 610 lbs machine due to momentum

I am

Very sore
icalasari.illusoria.ca
The true horror of my job:

I'm expected to stop, by myself, 1000+ lbs of carts in under half a foot when people cut me off, and I'm paid minimum wage for it

*god fuck I need a desk job*
icalasari.illusoria.ca
#DigitalArt

So I am really needing a cash infusion

So just a reminder

I have a commission sheet

If ya

Want art or anything
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karenlykkebo.com
#HorrorWritersChat

The moment you enter the graveyard
The scrape of ancient stone shadows your ears
Odd, you think, to hear such noise in the dead of night that most fears
A quick peek around a tombstone makes the whole thing clear
You’re not the only one with a shovel here.
greethewriter.bsky.social
Come forth, Baron Crescendo! Let your guitar split the sky open, for more wraiths to dazzle us!

Behold, a note from him, for you!

“The moment you entered the graveyard, the scrape of ancient stone shadowed your ears.”

Finish it! With word of rhyme, before we dance to the end!

#HorrorWritersChat
Art by Jelle Husson, featuring a haunted monastery of many sharp-tipped towers scraping at the midnight sky. The largest is in the centre of the structure’s roof, whose walls are painted white. The monastery is located above a hilly terrain of dark stone and dark green moss. A stony, twisting road leads to the monastery.

Question Four

There he is! Baron Crescendo! Oh how the skies split open to his guitar, how more of us fly in the air! And look, a note from him, just for you!

“The moment you entered the graveyard, the scrape of ancient stone shadowed your ears.”

Well? Go on! Word or rhyme, continue his Muse!

No links, covers, or self-promo! Leave that for the end! Quote the post & include the hashtag!

#HorrorWritersChat
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katsilvaauthor.bsky.social
"The moment you entered the graveyard, the scrape of ancient stone shadowed your ears. You can't be sure it was the door to the mausoleum, forested by moss and frosted by lichen. But there is a darkness there that there wasn't before and the breath of warm decay."

#horrorwriterschat
greethewriter.bsky.social
Come forth, Baron Crescendo! Let your guitar split the sky open, for more wraiths to dazzle us!

Behold, a note from him, for you!

“The moment you entered the graveyard, the scrape of ancient stone shadowed your ears.”

Finish it! With word of rhyme, before we dance to the end!

#HorrorWritersChat
Art by Jelle Husson, featuring a haunted monastery of many sharp-tipped towers scraping at the midnight sky. The largest is in the centre of the structure’s roof, whose walls are painted white. The monastery is located above a hilly terrain of dark stone and dark green moss. A stony, twisting road leads to the monastery.

Question Four

There he is! Baron Crescendo! Oh how the skies split open to his guitar, how more of us fly in the air! And look, a note from him, just for you!

“The moment you entered the graveyard, the scrape of ancient stone shadowed your ears.”

Well? Go on! Word or rhyme, continue his Muse!

No links, covers, or self-promo! Leave that for the end! Quote the post & include the hashtag!

#HorrorWritersChat
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spookyxpickle.bsky.social
Greetings #HorrorWritersChat, it is I, the one who haunts your pickle jars in the dead of night! The SpooOOOooky Pickle.

Despite having no hands, I've managed to write many-a poems and a jar-full of stories. Many more to come.

I hail from a land of plenty and strife, where the chill settles in.
greethewriter.bsky.social
Be welcomed to the ethereal music hall! A stringed aperitif is in order… do tell the Symposium what do you write, from where… and what IS, indeed, your wraithful visage for tonight?
#HorrorWritersChat
Art by Jelle Husson, featuring a haunted monastery of many sharp-tipped towers scraping at the midnight sky. The largest is in the centre of the structure’s roof, whose walls are painted white. The monastery is located above a hilly terrain of dark stone and dark green moss. A stony, twisting road leads to the monastery.

Question One

Come in, come in! The Phantasmal Symposium has just begun! Settle in the ruined music hall, and tell us – what do you write, from where, and in what ghostly visage have you arrived at our askewed doorstep?

No links, covers, or self-promo! Leave that for the end! Quote the post & include the hashtag!

#HorrorWritersChat
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scribblerjohnny.bsky.social
#HorrorWritersChat the concept of a stringed apertif scares me. It's promising though. I'm Scribbler Johnny, I write odd romancey things about monsters and supervillains, I'm from Mordor and I look like a Weird Uncle.
greethewriter.bsky.social
Be welcomed to the ethereal music hall! A stringed aperitif is in order… do tell the Symposium what do you write, from where… and what IS, indeed, your wraithful visage for tonight?
#HorrorWritersChat
Art by Jelle Husson, featuring a haunted monastery of many sharp-tipped towers scraping at the midnight sky. The largest is in the centre of the structure’s roof, whose walls are painted white. The monastery is located above a hilly terrain of dark stone and dark green moss. A stony, twisting road leads to the monastery.

Question One

Come in, come in! The Phantasmal Symposium has just begun! Settle in the ruined music hall, and tell us – what do you write, from where, and in what ghostly visage have you arrived at our askewed doorstep?

No links, covers, or self-promo! Leave that for the end! Quote the post & include the hashtag!

#HorrorWritersChat
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scribblerjohnny.bsky.social
#HorrorWritersChat a blend of both! Yokai are also a favorite!
greethewriter.bsky.social
Listen to the Symposium’s finest vocalist, as their tenor bends the living into unnatural angles and swivels them into the air! Tell us, what ghosts do you prefer? Of the folkloric tradition, or those invented by authors? And why?
#HorrorWritersChat
Question Three

Art by Jelle Husson, featuring a haunted monastery of many sharp-tipped towers scraping at the midnight sky. The largest is in the centre of the structure’s roof, whose walls are painted white. The monastery is located above a hilly terrain of dark stone and dark green moss. A stony, twisting road leads to the monastery.

It is always a delight to see our violinists perform! How the living bend their splintering bones as they float above us all! Tell us, our ghostly compatriots – which of us are better? Of the folkloric kind? Or invented by our shadowy creators?

No links, covers, or self-promo! Leave that for the end! Quote the post & include the hashtag!

#HorrorWritersChat
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spookyxpickle.bsky.social
Well, #HorrorWritersChat, aside from all the ghosts in my bones, I find many beautiful places just as haunting - and entrancing.

I've seen ghosts in old barns, abandoned houses that beckon me to explore their crumbling insides. My favorite haunts, however, are libraries and my own abode.
greethewriter.bsky.social
Now, let us begin! Let the flutes bleat and the trumps blare, snatching all the souls of the living away! What are your favourite haunts? Mausoleums? Lavish estates? What secrets do their wraiths protect within?
#HorrorWritersChat
Art by Jelle Husson, featuring a haunted monastery of many sharp-tipped towers scraping at the midnight sky. The largest is in the centre of the structure’s roof, whose walls are painted white. The monastery is located above a hilly terrain of dark stone and dark green moss. A stony, twisting road leads to the monastery.

Question Two

Ah, the performance has begun! Behold the souls of the living darting into the flutes and trumpets! Now, as you sip your ectoplasmic wine, tell us – what are your favourite locations for ghosts? And why?

No links, covers, or self-promo! Leave that for the end! Quote the post & include the hashtag!

#HorrorWritersChat
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scribblerjohnny.bsky.social
#HorrorWritersChat Daylight horror, the modern places. Where one is SUPPOSED to be safe from monsters.
greethewriter.bsky.social
Now, let us begin! Let the flutes bleat and the trumps blare, snatching all the souls of the living away! What are your favourite haunts? Mausoleums? Lavish estates? What secrets do their wraiths protect within?
#HorrorWritersChat
Art by Jelle Husson, featuring a haunted monastery of many sharp-tipped towers scraping at the midnight sky. The largest is in the centre of the structure’s roof, whose walls are painted white. The monastery is located above a hilly terrain of dark stone and dark green moss. A stony, twisting road leads to the monastery.

Question Two

Ah, the performance has begun! Behold the souls of the living darting into the flutes and trumpets! Now, as you sip your ectoplasmic wine, tell us – what are your favourite locations for ghosts? And why?

No links, covers, or self-promo! Leave that for the end! Quote the post & include the hashtag!

#HorrorWritersChat
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spookyxpickle.bsky.social
#HorrorWritersChat, that is quite a toughie.

Both?

Both.

I looooove folklore. I love the freaky things that have followed us through the generations.

And I love to see the freaky things that people come up with, whether if be new or inspired by something.
greethewriter.bsky.social
Listen to the Symposium’s finest vocalist, as their tenor bends the living into unnatural angles and swivels them into the air! Tell us, what ghosts do you prefer? Of the folkloric tradition, or those invented by authors? And why?
#HorrorWritersChat
Question Three

Art by Jelle Husson, featuring a haunted monastery of many sharp-tipped towers scraping at the midnight sky. The largest is in the centre of the structure’s roof, whose walls are painted white. The monastery is located above a hilly terrain of dark stone and dark green moss. A stony, twisting road leads to the monastery.

It is always a delight to see our violinists perform! How the living bend their splintering bones as they float above us all! Tell us, our ghostly compatriots – which of us are better? Of the folkloric kind? Or invented by our shadowy creators?

No links, covers, or self-promo! Leave that for the end! Quote the post & include the hashtag!

#HorrorWritersChat
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scribblerjohnny.bsky.social
#HorrorWritersChat "Listen here, 'Baron'. If you're trying to blame me for something my ancestors did, keep looking! I'm disowned and frankly happy to announce it! Go blame someone who isn't shunned by the name, eh?"
greethewriter.bsky.social
Come forth, Baron Crescendo! Let your guitar split the sky open, for more wraiths to dazzle us!

Behold, a note from him, for you!

“The moment you entered the graveyard, the scrape of ancient stone shadowed your ears.”

Finish it! With word of rhyme, before we dance to the end!

#HorrorWritersChat
Art by Jelle Husson, featuring a haunted monastery of many sharp-tipped towers scraping at the midnight sky. The largest is in the centre of the structure’s roof, whose walls are painted white. The monastery is located above a hilly terrain of dark stone and dark green moss. A stony, twisting road leads to the monastery.

Question Four

There he is! Baron Crescendo! Oh how the skies split open to his guitar, how more of us fly in the air! And look, a note from him, just for you!

“The moment you entered the graveyard, the scrape of ancient stone shadowed your ears.”

Well? Go on! Word or rhyme, continue his Muse!

No links, covers, or self-promo! Leave that for the end! Quote the post & include the hashtag!

#HorrorWritersChat
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spookyxpickle.bsky.social
#HorrorWritersChat

The moment you entered the graveyard,
The scrape of ancient stone shadowed your ears,
Quick did rise your fears
As the screams of the undead
Fill you with dread

Run, run, jump, and run!

Will you outpace
These hungry fiends
Or will you find a new place
As one of the living dead
greethewriter.bsky.social
Come forth, Baron Crescendo! Let your guitar split the sky open, for more wraiths to dazzle us!

Behold, a note from him, for you!

“The moment you entered the graveyard, the scrape of ancient stone shadowed your ears.”

Finish it! With word of rhyme, before we dance to the end!

#HorrorWritersChat
Art by Jelle Husson, featuring a haunted monastery of many sharp-tipped towers scraping at the midnight sky. The largest is in the centre of the structure’s roof, whose walls are painted white. The monastery is located above a hilly terrain of dark stone and dark green moss. A stony, twisting road leads to the monastery.

Question Four

There he is! Baron Crescendo! Oh how the skies split open to his guitar, how more of us fly in the air! And look, a note from him, just for you!

“The moment you entered the graveyard, the scrape of ancient stone shadowed your ears.”

Well? Go on! Word or rhyme, continue his Muse!

No links, covers, or self-promo! Leave that for the end! Quote the post & include the hashtag!

#HorrorWritersChat
icalasari.illusoria.ca
(Writing stories based on the descriptions and bestiaries also counts)
icalasari.illusoria.ca
Haven't gotten back to editing my book nor working on my webcomic, but been drawing a monster from my setting every other day (caught a flu, so catch up to do to get to every day)

If any want to join, they can use the descriptions I wrote as a jumping board

illusoria.net/dokuwiki/dok...
cryscon [Illusoria RP Wiki]
illusoria.net
icalasari.illusoria.ca
#HorrorWritersChat

The Cat whispers, leaving you marred, as The Jester plays for seemingly years.
You forfeit your soul long ago, you see,
For when you passed the threshold
Horrors that yearn to forever be
Took grasp, for they are bold.
greethewriter.bsky.social
Come forth, Baron Crescendo! Let your guitar split the sky open, for more wraiths to dazzle us!

Behold, a note from him, for you!

“The moment you entered the graveyard, the scrape of ancient stone shadowed your ears.”

Finish it! With word of rhyme, before we dance to the end!

#HorrorWritersChat
Art by Jelle Husson, featuring a haunted monastery of many sharp-tipped towers scraping at the midnight sky. The largest is in the centre of the structure’s roof, whose walls are painted white. The monastery is located above a hilly terrain of dark stone and dark green moss. A stony, twisting road leads to the monastery.

Question Four

There he is! Baron Crescendo! Oh how the skies split open to his guitar, how more of us fly in the air! And look, a note from him, just for you!

“The moment you entered the graveyard, the scrape of ancient stone shadowed your ears.”

Well? Go on! Word or rhyme, continue his Muse!

No links, covers, or self-promo! Leave that for the end! Quote the post & include the hashtag!

#HorrorWritersChat
icalasari.illusoria.ca
#HorrorWritersChat

Those influenced by the collective psyche. Slenderman is every bit as valid as Bloody Mary, after all. More who agree on a spook, the more power it has~
greethewriter.bsky.social
Listen to the Symposium’s finest vocalist, as their tenor bends the living into unnatural angles and swivels them into the air! Tell us, what ghosts do you prefer? Of the folkloric tradition, or those invented by authors? And why?
#HorrorWritersChat
Question Three

Art by Jelle Husson, featuring a haunted monastery of many sharp-tipped towers scraping at the midnight sky. The largest is in the centre of the structure’s roof, whose walls are painted white. The monastery is located above a hilly terrain of dark stone and dark green moss. A stony, twisting road leads to the monastery.

It is always a delight to see our violinists perform! How the living bend their splintering bones as they float above us all! Tell us, our ghostly compatriots – which of us are better? Of the folkloric kind? Or invented by our shadowy creators?

No links, covers, or self-promo! Leave that for the end! Quote the post & include the hashtag!

#HorrorWritersChat
icalasari.illusoria.ca
#HorrorWritersChat

Woo forced break by gut, answers go!

Mundane places are great. Helps unease people - Maybe they are shopping and encounter a spirit, or at the park and see a wraith. Nowhere is safe, as death has touched every corner
greethewriter.bsky.social
Now, let us begin! Let the flutes bleat and the trumps blare, snatching all the souls of the living away! What are your favourite haunts? Mausoleums? Lavish estates? What secrets do their wraiths protect within?
#HorrorWritersChat
Art by Jelle Husson, featuring a haunted monastery of many sharp-tipped towers scraping at the midnight sky. The largest is in the centre of the structure’s roof, whose walls are painted white. The monastery is located above a hilly terrain of dark stone and dark green moss. A stony, twisting road leads to the monastery.

Question Two

Ah, the performance has begun! Behold the souls of the living darting into the flutes and trumpets! Now, as you sip your ectoplasmic wine, tell us – what are your favourite locations for ghosts? And why?

No links, covers, or self-promo! Leave that for the end! Quote the post & include the hashtag!

#HorrorWritersChat
icalasari.illusoria.ca
Ghostwriting - A great way to flesh out the skeleton of another :P
icalasari.illusoria.ca
Hoives Eryn!

And the last hoives for now til break as my shift is about to start WOO *may The Whisper From Beyond The Grave have mercy on me*
icalasari.illusoria.ca
Bravery only does so much when you grab carts

;-; The drivers are awful
icalasari.illusoria.ca
One day I will escape this horror

One day

Only to revisit it in my writings
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sinister42.bsky.social
#horrorwriterschat Hello again! I'm E. D. Jones, and I write horror, weird fiction, sci-fi, and urban fantasy. I suppose my wraithful visage is a pale king enrobed in yellow, face obscured by a strange mask, asking if you've seen my sign.
greethewriter.bsky.social
Be welcomed to the ethereal music hall! A stringed aperitif is in order… do tell the Symposium what do you write, from where… and what IS, indeed, your wraithful visage for tonight?
#HorrorWritersChat
Art by Jelle Husson, featuring a haunted monastery of many sharp-tipped towers scraping at the midnight sky. The largest is in the centre of the structure’s roof, whose walls are painted white. The monastery is located above a hilly terrain of dark stone and dark green moss. A stony, twisting road leads to the monastery.

Question One

Come in, come in! The Phantasmal Symposium has just begun! Settle in the ruined music hall, and tell us – what do you write, from where, and in what ghostly visage have you arrived at our askewed doorstep?

No links, covers, or self-promo! Leave that for the end! Quote the post & include the hashtag!

#HorrorWritersChat