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Why I'm Not Using DA's Commissions FeatureWarning: bitchfest
TL;DR - DA is a terrible place, but I'm still here.
Ive gone just fine with running commissions on my own so far, and I don't want to have someone else governing how I'm running what is pretty much like my own business in a way. As far as I know, the commissions feature is only available to premium members, as well. I'm not sure about that, but I'm assuming since I didn't find anything in my available features about it.
By the way guys! DA is taking 20% of ANYTHING you earn by doing commissions this way.
I kinda think that's a really douchbag thing to do. I get that we are using their website, and most of us for free and all. But they aren't doing anything to keep the art on here at least semi-quality, not doing anything to keep art-theves out, not doing anything to reinforce a good social standing online either. When you say "DA" on most websites you get reactions from people who have seen the awful horrors of DA firsthand. I'm definitely not g
Bo.When Lindsay was born, Bo was there. Standing beside her mother, he was the first thing she ever saw. But he was not her father; her father stood on the other side.
Bo was there until the very moment she died.
The sun shone bright through the windows of her pink-laden room. She loved pink. And black.
“Because Bo is black,” she’d told her parents.
Her imaginary friend, they soon concluded.
“Bo is all black,” she described one night as her father tucked her in, “His skin and his hair and everything. He doesn’t talk a lot.”
Her father frowned.
“He sounds scary.”
“He’s not,” she insisted.
Bo sat on the bed and said nothing.
Her father kissed her good night and turned out the light.
“Why can’t Dad see you?” she asked.
“Are you real?”
“Are you real?” he replied.
“How do you know?”
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