Original Work Commisions! (Many Different Options!)

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Ruko's Ruffians
Defender of Defoko
Original Work Commisions! (Many Different Options!)

Hey, F-ko here! I can do original songs for your UTAUloid, HANASU and poems, but it will have to cost money, because I am trying to save up for something!

I can do:

Techno (ex. https://soundcloud.com/fukokun/undersea)
Pop (ex. https://soundcloud.com/fukokun/jump-to-the-concert-of-smiling)
Classical (ex. https://soundcloud.com/fukokun/ishval-the-entry-of-the)
Loops (ex. https://soundcloud.com/fukokun/eurodance-loop-test)
Intro Music/ Theme Music (ex. https://soundcloud.com/fukokun/intro)
Background Music (ex. https://soundcloud.com/fukokun/borders-knell) or (https://soundcloud.com/fukokun/xodus)

If you have a special request for me, I'll see what I can do!

Prices:

Classical (2-5 min)- $8
Pop - $9
Loops (ranging from 15-30 sec approx.) $2
Intro music/Theme Music (ranging from 40 sec to 1 min 45 sec approx.) $1.50
Background/Ambient Music (short, able to be looped, approximately 45 sec and onwards) $4
Techno (2 - 5 Min) $7
Pop (2 - 5 Min) $7

I can do HANASU for you, the act of making your UTAUloids talk in a realistic manner, on a topic of your choice! (Cost: $5 for a full amount of speech, $1 for a few sentences (1-3) )
Example: https://soundcloud.com/fukokun/hanasu-welcome-to

I can also play Cyrano for you-- I can write poems on a subject matter of your choice; however, no obscenities or profane topics will be allowed.
Poems cost $10, since I am a starving artist.

Example of my poetry here:
Love is not romance, nor plastic hearts
nor rose petals on silken sheets
Love is not lust, nor heaving breath
and empty words, heated at candlelight
Not a precursor to an act, or a means to an end.
To me, love is a frosted window painted
with your breath
When you lean in the sunlight and the dust
flakes into a halo, and in one moment,
your eyes reflect the esteemed pride of your namesake
Love is the way your hands are spiders
weaving intricate webs into the air
or the way your tonality lapses from rich to reedy
perhaps the way your mind is a machine
Your formal speech, rapier wit and concentration
You embody harmony, completed chords, the sound of satisfaction
Even if this love is not love, but “love”
fleeting and impossible to discern from the common daze of hormones
The only end I wish to meet is the act of looking you fully in the eye,
and not having to put on a mask.


Please do these! I am in need!