Aztecatl13

•  Please only request art when slots are open. 
•  Make a 5 point deposit first and then pay the rest of the 5 points when you get your commission.
•  Each commission will take up to a month to complete so please be patient. 
•  If you don't get your art within a month, I'll refund you. 
•  I will try my best not to have historical or cultural inaccuracies, but I can't guarantee it will be perfect especially if it's a really obscure culture.
• No weird fetish requests. Keep them to yourself. 
• For the love poem commission, no refunds if it scares them away or you get friendzoned.

Please see the commission widget on my profile or read below for more information if you're interested:

Short Story or Vignette about your Favourite Culture

Tell me what your favourite culture is and I will research the culture and make up some characters from that culture with names that are very generic and typical sounding for people of that culture. I will make a village or something as the setting and invent a simple problem for the characters to solve. You can pick any culture, ancient, modern or even fictional. You can even tell me two of your favourite cultures if it's too hard to pick one and I'll make it an ambitious crossover. I will try to be as accurate as possible while still making it interesting. 

You can choose if you want to see the culture in an ancient, modern or futuristic setting or if you want one of those cliche stories about a modern person time travelling to a different culture.

Example:

Drawing of a person from your favourite culture with traditional clothing



Tell me what your favourite culture is and I will research the culture and their traditional clothing and draw a person from that culture. The culture can be from any time period or it can be a modern culture. You can choose if you want me to add flags, heraldic symbols, or random phrases in the culture's language.

Examples:







Love poem to woo your favourite person the old-fashioned way

If you have a crush at school or you meet a really hot guy online, I will write a poem to help you with your courtship rituals. Max 3/4 of a page. You can choose if you would like a traditional form like a sonnet or if you want it to be free verse. 

NO REFUNDS IF IT SCARES THEM AWAY

Examples

Memories of youLife should come with an undo button but instead it was designed with a replay button,
it makes sure your biggest mistakes and your most embarrassing moments are never forgotten,
Life should come with a delete button or at least a way I can send a warning message back to my past self,
a warning to shut the romance novel and put it back on the bookshelf,
Perhaps if I had been told the world wasn't like it was in that story it would have been enough to save me,
If only I had known,
I wouldn't have spent my days searching for True Love until I was almost grown,
If only someone had warned me,
then maybe I wouldn't have fallen into your trap and I'd still be free,
every moment that we spent together felt heavenly,
and now I'll regret my mistake for eternity,
for when I was busy searching for True Love on a hopeless quest,
I failed to see I already had True Friendship, a treasure rarer and more precious than all the rest,
Now it seems we've drifted apart but that's okay because you're always

Not even in my DreamsIn the morning, the cold is numbing,
I am reminded I don't learn from my mistakes,
my heart is brimming with longing,
to give until I have nothing left to give has always been my fate,
you find me so repulsive that there is nothing for you to say,
you flinch at my touch and at the sound of my pleas you turn away,
it's like this every day,
and so I live my life waiting for the night,
hoping to be rewarded for my devotion in my dreams,
maybe I will hear you laugh,
anything is possible, it seems
I might trade my life to see you smile,
yet just as deep as my love is my despair,
there is no enmity between us but you just don't care,
no flicker of recognition in your eyes as you pretend I'm not even there,
everyone who I love always leaves,
and you'll never be mine, not even in my dreams

Your FaceI did not believe in otherworldly beauty,
thought it was silly for poets to compare the sea with eyes and roses with red lips,
didn't think a human figure could look as graceful as a tree,
and certainly did not believe that Helen of Troy could have launched a thousand ships
But all that was before I beheld you,
far too gorgeous for your surroundings,
and I was tempted to compare you to the stars and to the moon,
I finally understood the French expression coup de foudre for I was indeed struck by lightning
I am now haunted by your beauty every day and every night,
no one else I've seen could be your rival,
yet underneath you have a heart of ice,  
your face, it is not worthy of someone who is so evil,
a lifetime of repentance couldn't make up for your sins,
your vanity knows no limits,
there's no kindness under your skin,
and now I realize that not even the best mask can conceal the horrors that lie beneath it

Ballad Written in your Honour

I will write a 2-3 page Epic Poem detailing your heroic exploits and adventures so that people can sing of your praises and your name will echo throughout the ages. You can choose if you want it to rhyme or have a chorus or if you want it to be more free-verse styled. You will own the full rights to your ballad and do not have to credit me. You can modify, resell, or post the ballad anywhere you want. 

WarriorArise, brave young warrior,
the day is here,
so braid your long hair,
sharpen your spear,
and remember the most dangerous weapon you can wield
is the wisdom of your ancestors,
let that knowledge be your shield
Arise, young warrior, 
the day is here,
a time of freedom and liberation is near,
your heart holds no fear,
you can endure any pain, 
the only thing you have to lose are your chains,
soon they'll be gone and you'll be free,
not wilt away in hopeless slavery
Arise, young warrior,
the day is here,
the world can already foresee your victory clear,
Feel the spirits of your restless ancestors,
it is you who they watch over,
You feel a connection to the earth and your blood stirs,
you remember all that you sacrificed for this clean water,
This land is yours from mountains to rivers,
See the way how you touch the surface of the water and form ripples,
ripples like your heroic deeds which grow and spread,
when your oppressors hear your name they will tremble with dread
Arise, y

The Nomad's WalkaboutThe nomad wanders through the desert,
Many things can hurt him.
His tribe is nowhere to be seen and all he has is a boomerang to hunt with,
He must wander from waterhole to waterhole,
He sings as he does so,
As if it would make the waterhole appear faster,
As though he was born singing.
Perhaps the first language of humans was in song as we learned to imitate the calls of birds,
As the nomad is now doing with the voice of a kookaburra.
He comes across the nest of an echidna but he can not eat it though his stomach rumbles,
The echidna is the totemic symbol of his tribe, after all,
He kills a wallaby instead,
The nomad wanders through the desert,
Many things can hurt him.
He must survive in the desert for many weeks alone,
Only then will he be allowed to return to his tribe,
Only then will he be permitted to start a family,
He needs to prove his adulthood,
Such is the way of the ancient walkabout.
The nomad wanders through the desert,
Many things can hurt him.
He takes out his didgerido

At the Mercy of the LiberatorI am a queen who was dethroned, and rightfully so,
I fancied myself a goddess yet now I am imprisoned,
In a tall tower that rises above the empire I once ruled,
Its mossy, ancient seeming bricks were brought to this land on the backs of slaves who I had whipped,
Upon people who I had spit on but who had kept me fed,
And you were once among the people who had polished my boots and took their hats off and bowed in my presence,
Men who had pledged their swords to the protection of my body,
Their hundreds of glistening blades are all pointed at my neck now,
Inspired by you to long for my head on a plate,
And now I pace around in this rat-infested prison,
Growing thinner underneath my silky dress,
Its threads were dyed purple with the secretion of snails,
Because I thought of myself as no less than the praetors of Rome,
And I remember when I was surrounded and the dress had been torn by ruthless proletariats,
It is now crusted with my blood so I have put on a black trench coat to hide the c

I will have more commissions available soon as I am planning on making adoptable creatures loosely based off of ancient mythology.

"For as long as the world shall endure, the honor and the glory of Mexico-Tenochtitlan must never be forgotten." 

~ Chimalpahin Quauhtlehuanitzin