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Dionysus

Hello! My name is Dionysus and i do writing/art comms.

(You may select from the options on how much you’d like to pay!)

Will do
Animal
Human
OC's x OC's
Canon x Canon
OC x Canon
Won't do
NSFW
OC Submissions
Roleplay Responses

Under 500 words or anything small - Basic Nitro, Art of my OC’sMulti chapter Fan-fiction - Premium Nitro, Art of my OC’s or Game CurrencySchool Essay (Sources Pre-Provided) - Game Currency, Steam Game (Under $30), Art of my OC’s500 to 1000 Words - Game Currency, Basic Nitro, Steam Game (Under $30), Art of my OC’s1000 to 3,000 Words - Premium Nitro, Art of my OC’s, Game Currency

(You may select from the options on how much you’d like to pay!)

Will do
Feral
Human
Robotic
Anthro
Won't do
NSFW
Crazy Armor

First purchase is complete free! It can either be a colored sketch or colored lineart.

Sketch (Colored) - Basic Nitro, Art of my OC’sLine Art (Colored) - Game Currency, Steam Game (Under $30), Art of my OC’sLine Art (Colored & Shaded) - Premium Nitro, Art of my OC’s or Game CurrencyLine Art (Colored & Simple Backround) - Game Currency, Basic Nitro, Steam Game (Under $30), Art of my OC’sLine Art (Colored & Detailed Backround) - Premium Nitro, Art of my OC’s, Game Currency

❝See he had promised he was coming back to town (coming back to town)❞The Drifters are all the exiled cats, formerly Village Dwellers or even Preachers. They seek vengeance...for their families...for themselves. They'd stop at nothing to see the Preacher's bleed. The Hellcats feel the same way; although for more selfish reasons.❝You line your pockets full of money that you steal from the poor❞The villagers are still clueless, or they pretend to believe the blatant lies of those monsters. They often let cats starve if they don’t comply, the lucky ones get exiled...When will the death end. Do the Heavenly cats preach of even exist?❝I am the righteous hand of God, and I am the devil that you forgot❞There's blood in these waters...we've been drinking it since we were born. Unaware of how sick we may grow. Our hearts ache as we remember the years wasted. "There's betrayal in the soil, the plants, the prey." The old would say, believed to be mad. "But there ain't enough fire in our hearts to burn it, so it can regrow for next year."❝They got a secret that they keep like a slave❞