Rettamkrad's tables v.2

Astarte

5 y/o xlarge Female
Lucien, Male Raven
© rettamkrad
Welcome to Rettamkrad's Trades v.2


I've returned <3




I make manip tables, avatars. and lineart. I can also do sets if asked.

I am not the best, but I am good. Please no hard ones haha. I can add lyrics if requested, and I am offering all of it coded. A loving thanks to Satchel who's been so kind enough to let me use their codes for tables! <3

I am looking for trades but not solely. Here to offer sol with some art and maybe help newbies too.

So here's to it!


Form:
  • Character link:
  • Ref: (if not on profile)
  • Colors preferred:
  • Table or avatar or lineart: Request 'set' if you want a matching avatar with a table.
  • Lyrics: Name or quotes. Place none if none is wanted.
  • Trade: yes or no

Slots: status open
  1. _______
*note: one request at a time, if filled please do not post.




Here is some of my work

@Satchel Set
Avatar:
[Image: KymJ8VC.png]
Table: 
Heedless of the night to come, knowing her body needed the brighter rays of the sun. But for now, it did not matter. Her guard down, her mind unwinding and forgetting the constant distrust of Nidria. Of what it might show her, as these foreigners polluted her land, her home. Lucien often times pardoned her, showed her to love unconditionally. But as he was away occasionally, Astarte found her own individual thoughts surface with no conditioning; untainted opinions and a more dominant persona brewing in the core as she matured mentally. Becoming a woman, and adult all together. An impatient, rather dogmatic, rigid woman. An entitlement over the non-natives. A racist to be, her story a darker one to behold that not even her companion saw.

But for her development, it was seen as only self empowerment. Her ego like the fiery sun, growing ablaze day after day. Her dominance swelling, her temperament ever changing and her own mercy selective to it's show. It was her maturity causing order- from herself and all things. And who ever stood in that way, stood in her way.

A determined, focused and mentally agile woman she was blooming to be. And here as she walked, calmly as ever while her story did unfold. Quiet amongst her land, her name ever silent for now. Secret,- like the cherry blossom plantation. It's peril unknown to her; it's danger transparent as she would waltz through the garden of eternal blossoms. Resilient to the seasons it seemed, their colors vibrant while acidic. Gleaming at her as if telling her sniff more & so she does.

It's then she halts, being pulled into a seat as she found herself captivated. A hyping desire to stay here a little longer, just before the sun set of course..

 “satchel.“



@Sonja table 

Table: 
Heedless of the night to come, knowing her body needed the brighter rays of the sun. But for now, it did not matter. Her guard down, her mind unwinding and forgetting the constant distrust of Nidria. Of what it might show her, as these foreigners polluted her land, her home. Lucien often times pardoned her, showed her to love unconditionally. But as he was away occasionally, Astarte found her own individual thoughts surface with no conditioning; untainted opinions and a more dominant persona brewing in the core as she matured mentally. Becoming a woman, and adult all together. An impatient, rather dogmatic, rigid woman. An entitlement over the non-natives. A racist to be, her story a darker one to behold that not even her companion saw.

But for her development, it was seen as only self empowerment. Her ego like the fiery sun, growing ablaze day after day. Her dominance swelling, her temperament ever changing and her own mercy selective to it's show. It was her maturity causing order- from herself and all things. And who ever stood in that way, stood in her way.

A determined, focused and mentally agile woman she was blooming to be. And here as she walked, calmly as ever while her story did unfold. Quiet amongst her land, her name ever silent for now. Secret,- like the cherry blossom plantation. It's peril unknown to her; it's danger transparent as she would waltz through the garden of eternal blossoms. Resilient to the seasons it seemed, their colors vibrant while acidic. Gleaming at her as if telling her sniff more & so she does.

It's then she halts, being pulled into a seat as she found herself captivated. A hyping desire to stay here a little longer, just before the sun set of course..

 “sonja.“


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Kalipso

3 y/o small Female
© Remycune
Character link: https://www.solanacaea-rpg.com/member.php?action=profile&uid=166
Ref: Typical Albino wolf
Colors preferred: anything your choice
Table or avatar or lineart: Table please
Lyrics: Kalipso Rivet and Lyrics Shine Like The Stars
Trade: yes
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Astarte

5 y/o xlarge Female
Lucien, Male Raven
© rettamkrad
Table: @Kalipso <3 
Heedless of the night to come, knowing her body needed the brighter rays of the sun. But for now, it did not matter. Her guard down, her mind unwinding and forgetting the constant distrust of Nidria. Of what it might show her, as these foreigners polluted her land, her home. Lucien often times pardoned her, showed her to love unconditionally. But as he was away occasionally, Astarte found her own individual thoughts surface with no conditioning; untainted opinions and a more dominant persona brewing in the core as she matured mentally. Becoming a woman, and adult all together. An impatient, rather dogmatic, rigid woman. An entitlement over the non-natives. A racist to be, her story a darker one to behold that not even her companion saw.

But for her development, it was seen as only self empowerment. Her ego like the fiery sun, growing ablaze day after day. Her dominance swelling, her temperament ever changing and her own mercy selective to it's show. It was her maturity causing order- from herself and all things. And who ever stood in that way, stood in her way.

A determined, focused and mentally agile woman she was blooming to be. And here as she walked, calmly as ever while her story did unfold. Quiet amongst her land, her name ever silent for now. Secret,- like the cherry blossom plantation. It's peril unknown to her; it's danger transparent as she would waltz through the garden of eternal blossoms. Resilient to the seasons it seemed, their colors vibrant while acidic. Gleaming at her as if telling her sniff more & so she does.

It's then she halts, being pulled into a seat as she found herself captivated. A hyping desire to stay here a little longer, just before the sun set of course..

“Kalipso talks.“


 
art by rettamkrad©
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Astarte

5 y/o xlarge Female
Lucien, Male Raven
© rettamkrad
another version if you find it more suitable for your tastes. 
Table: @Kalipso <3 
Heedless of the night to come, knowing her body needed the brighter rays of the sun. But for now, it did not matter. Her guard down, her mind unwinding and forgetting the constant distrust of Nidria. Of what it might show her, as these foreigners polluted her land, her home. Lucien often times pardoned her, showed her to love unconditionally. But as he was away occasionally, Astarte found her own individual thoughts surface with no conditioning; untainted opinions and a more dominant persona brewing in the core as she matured mentally. Becoming a woman, and adult all together. An impatient, rather dogmatic, rigid woman. An entitlement over the non-natives. A racist to be, her story a darker one to behold that not even her companion saw.

But for her development, it was seen as only self empowerment. Her ego like the fiery sun, growing ablaze day after day. Her dominance swelling, her temperament ever changing and her own mercy selective to it's show. It was her maturity causing order- from herself and all things. And who ever stood in that way, stood in her way.

A determined, focused and mentally agile woman she was blooming to be. And here as she walked, calmly as ever while her story did unfold. Quiet amongst her land, her name ever silent for now. Secret,- like the cherry blossom plantation. It's peril unknown to her; it's danger transparent as she would waltz through the garden of eternal blossoms. Resilient to the seasons it seemed, their colors vibrant while acidic. Gleaming at her as if telling her sniff more & so she does.

It's then she halts, being pulled into a seat as she found herself captivated. A hyping desire to stay here a little longer, just before the sun set of course..

“Kalipso talks.“


 
art by rettamkrad©
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SellyMoony

y/o xsmall Male
©
  • Character link: https://www.solanacaea-rpg.com/member.php?action=profile&uid=89
  • Ref:  [Image: avatar_89.png?dateline=1579029997]
  • Colors preferred: Anything that you think might be good 
  • Table or avatar or lineart: Table
  • Lyrics: "Come to meet my deep dark demons?" 
  • Trade: not this time
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