MissCapnCrunch

Sɪɢɴɪꜰɪᴄᴀɴᴛ Sɪɢɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴇs

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Yo, my name is Tori and this is my roleplayer's guild shop of sorts. I shall make you any avatar, signature, a two-for-one set, roleplay thread title, character sheet title/layouts, and anything else your pretty little booty can think of that you might need on this site. I'm really rusty at this type of stuff, but I would like to work on polishing my skills with photoshop and warming up my cold little decrepit artist hands.

Below I have attached a request form for you to fill out to keep orders in- well, some sort of order. If you don't know the answer to one of the questions; please try to fill out as best as you can or just ask me. I'm terribly nice. This service is completely free but if you'd like to leave me a tip you can drop me a compliment on me being a whole thicc snack or throw a few pennies my way in my little tip jar of wonder! That'd be neat.

If you had a request in the past and are wanting your old set- let me know. I have them all.

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Username:] Please put your username here.
Item(s):What cha want gorgeous?
Dimension(s): If unstated I'll start with the max and work from there.
File Type: Do you want flattened image or something transparent?
Specific Images: Want a certain picture? Attach please! If not- I'll search.

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I should probably include some of my work in the past so you can get an idea of what I can and can't do. I've labeled them with some of the keywords that I've used above so if you're looking for something specific I can deliver exactly what you're looking for to you.

Don't be too harsh on me- I'm old and decrepit, remember?

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This is an example of a transparent avatar. It might be an odd shape or has something sticking out.



This is an example of a flat signature. It will most likely be a square or a rectangle with nothing sticking out.



This is an example of a transparent signature. It might be an odd shape or has something sticking out.



This is an example of a Two-for-one set. It's just a fancy word letting me know that you want a matching set.



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Born in Brimstone

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I wish

@T Risket

First lesson! Any closing tag always has a / to close off the bracket.
If you want something bold it needs to have a [b]closing tag[/b]
Same goes for italics, underline, and strikethrough
[i][/i]
[u][/u]
[s][/s]

Born in Brimstone

Lies and slander! See!? I got the quote box to work that time!

@T Risket

Before you know it I'll teach you

everything

about coding!

Born in Brimstone

T has lost it. I repeat T has lost it.

Born in Brimstone

Sorry that my day slipped away from me yesterday guys-

@T Risket

Molly does not have a car- can't drive, usually walks everywhere or bums a ride from someone.
& I'm here for the ride buddy- no matter you wanna do as far as time skips, I'm cool with it :)

@Stitches

Omg. YOU'RE SO AMAZING.
I love this and it's so fitting.
Can't wait to see some pictures of our two together- that'd be so dope.
Also can't wait to collab sometime with you; we can definitely do some in the near future

A Bloody Mess

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Bɪsʜᴏᴘ & Lᴏᴜɪsᴇ

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Louise heard the close thump as what she assumed the human that was inside the bus was now outside. As the boy turned the corner of the bus Louise made herself present. She parted her lips to speak when another voice could be heard from a neighboring house. "We better get to her before this dog loses interest in that food." Lou spoke quickly, "You can walk, can you? You're not infected right?" she asked urgently, beginning to move towards the house.

Bishop nodded to the girl, too frightened by the beast on the other side of the bus to actually say anything. He wasn't infected, but if they kept talking and didn't get a move on, something told him he would be. He quickly stood up and shuffled away from the dog, keeping an eye on it while also staying close to his new companion. That's when the inevitable happened.

The dog ran out of food.

The monster slowly raised it's head, locking eyes with Bishop. It was still hungry, a type of hunger that couldn't be sated no matter how much it ate. The dog, one that looked somewhat like a Doberman, flattened it's ears as it moved closer, it's grey eyes staring right into Bishop's soul. It stepped closer, baring it's teeth. It made a noise that resembled a growl, but the thing's vocal cords were probably too rotten to produce much sound.

"We have to go."

Bishop grabbed Lou's hand, getting the idea into her head that she had to run. The only sounds in the street were the duo's footsteps, followed by the clicking of the dog's nails against the street.

Louise was slightly surprised by the boy grabbing her hand, but she took it as a sign that they needed to go, and NOW. The two ran towards the woman in the house as the dog came quickly afterwards. They pushed their way in as the door slammed behind them. The canine slammed himself against the wooden door with a deafening thud, making the door shake behind them. Louise squeezed the boy's hand tight as a sign of comfort before letting it go slowly. "Thank you." she said to the woman who had beckoned them in. Louise knew she couldn't really trust anyone, but if they weren't shooting, chasing, or biting at her from the start she would give them a little wiggle room.

Another thud against the door.

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“...Did you just offer this bitch a cigarette?”

"First of all.." Molly started, wondering herself why she had did that. She wasn't going to let it seem that way though, everything she did was on purpose, even when it wasn't. Molly ignored the other question, knowing that Abigail wasn't the biggest fan of nicknames like that, but truthfully Molly was just lazy and just hadn't felt like saying the girl's full name in that moment. Molly watched the interaction between Abigail and the young girl when the house suddenly filled with the girl's hoarse yelling voice.

“I SAID LEAVE ME ALONE!”

"What a fucking spaz.." Molly thought to herself before Abigail was picked up and thrown out the window. If this had been a Saturday morning cartoon- Molly's jaw would have been on the floor. Instead, her mouth parted in shock as her cancer stick fell onto the floor silently. For the first time in a long time Mo was speechless. The wild girl turned and sprinted away as the house shook with the sound of doors and windows slamming all over the place.

"Uh..oh man...I think I broke my-"

Scotty's groan's underneath Molly's feet almost caused her to stomp the boy to dust. She had completely forgotten about him in that moment. She hadn't cared. She was more concerned with the well being of Abigail- not the douche bag squirming at her boots. As soon as he sat up with the ugly mask on, Molly could see his arm was completely deformed bent in ways that it was not meant to be bent. Scotty began screaming deliriously. Molly snatched the stupid Halloween mask off his face, unable to stand looking at it anymore as she looked him in the eye.

He was crying.

Scotty Masterson was crying.

What the fuck was going on with this day?

Between Scotty's wails Molly could hear Abigail's distinct slew of french coming from outside. She was alive. Molly in what felt like hours exhaled. As she watched Abigail climb through the window she wanted to go over and embrace her, kiss her, ANYTHING, but knew it wasn't for the best. Molly looked to her to say anything, and was met with a scowl.

“Make him stop FUCKING crying, please, Jesus, Molly I cannot deal with this right now.”

Molly turned to Scotty almost instantaneously, "Shut the fuck up Scotty! Shut! The! Fuck! Up!" she yelled as Scotty's wailing turned into a whimper. He was really pathetic when it came down to it. Molly felt bad for a moment, but honestly- get a grip man. Abigail went out the front door without another word and Molly stood idle for a moment. She was lost as what to do next. Scrambling to the floor she picked up her dropped cigarette and placed the dirty thing into her mouth and fumbled for the lighter she had stole earlier. She lit it and took heavy puffs of it, her back hunched slightly as she stared between Scotty's chicken wing arm and the broken window she had just watched her friend get thrown through by a garbage pail kid's poster child.

Abigail returned quick as the two returned a steady eye contact. They both couldn't really explain what was happening but the two were thinking the exact same thing. Scotty began wailing again as Abigail started to yell at the other teens to get out of the house. Some of them were already crowded around because of Scotty's screaming, but others were clueless to what was going on. As Abigail left the house again, to make a phone call- Molly got on her knees next to Scotty.

"I'm sorry I screamed at you, but you need to be quiet. I don't fucking know what is going on, and if that girl comes back we're both dead. Okay?" She shoved the cigarette from her mouth in between his lips. He took shallow breaths as his crying had tired him out. Like a toddler after a tantrum. Looking at his arm, "Jesus you got fucked up. Don't move it." He seemed to calm down, almost falling asleep as he sat up against the wall he was bashed against. "Stay with me Scotty, don't fall asleep." Molly begged, she knew that in all the movies she had seen, once someone fell asleep they usually didn't wake up.

“How is he? How are you?”

Molly hadn't even heard Abigail come back in due to her thoughts in her head being so loud. "He needs help." Molly admitted as she looked up to Abigail. She stood up and brushed the dust and debris off her knees. Not even caring she had knelt on broken glass in the moment. "How am I?" Molly let out a noise mixed of laughter and of distress as if that alone was enough to describe the events of the evening. "How are YOU? Are you okay? You look like shit." Molly's honesty was meant with the dearest sincerity. She had been scared that her friend was truly hurt, and was thankful it just seemed to a few bruises, cuts, and worry. Molly lowered her voice for just Abigail to hear her, "I'm scared Abigail." she admitted. She would never admit that to anyone else, but in this very moment she had to say it.

Born in Brimstone

Molly's fc is just the right amount of teenage weirdo for me. I always like characters that are a little off looking. She's beautiful but she kind of looks dazed, and I think it's fitting. I've never tried to draw my characters before, but I think that would be so fun to do. Would love to see your work for this rp when you get some free time. <3

I think I'm going to go with anything from David Bowie for Molly- I can imagine her thinking he was "like totally bitching"

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@Stitches

Would be totally game for a collab or two with ya in the future ^^

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@Stitches

I'm well c: How are you?
Was going to put a reply here soon- but figured that others would want a chance before I did again.