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I also do character designs and ref sheets!!Every reblog is appreciated!!

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Hi Hi! Andria here!

I am moving! As we all know moving can be expensive. Im actually going across state lines and all I'm taking with me is the items I can fit in my car. I'll have to refurnish my apartment so honestly anything will be helpful. Not to put out my business - nor do I need to justify my reasoning for opening my coms for this reason, but I am not moving because I WANT too but I HAVE too. My parents are sick and Id much rather be closer than what I am right now (12ish hours by car). If you dont want a com and just want to help, thats perfectly fine as well! No pressure at all. Reblogs to push it out will be super helpful!! Slots for this is a total of: 15 at the time of posting.

Below are my prices and Im pretty flexible. However they are subject to change based on character designs, exp: Genshin/HSR character VS Gojo. When should you expect them? My turn around times right now are slow. Like I said I am moving, I do have a a Trello - and will be setting up a discord server for anyone who wants to join to get updates, per what im working on and its better to reach me on there than here on Tumblr. My discord is Bladria (same as on here.)

I will be work on what I can between packing, the actual move itself and settling back in. I would say anywhere between a month to a month a half to turn around times. The Trello is a good way to keep an eye on your commission, again as well as the discord (which will be set up today as of posting.) Pricing! - Bust up is $35-45 USD - Waist-up/half body is $55-75 USD - Full Body is $85-120 USD Again keep in mind that these are rough estimates, and can discuss further regarding.

NSFW & SFW COMMISSIONS ARE FINE. 

Payments accepted is PayPal and Ko-fi!

Things needed when requesting

PLEASE send me the character, the reference images, pose ideas etc.  

I need to have outfit images as well, hair styles, and color pallets etc.

Saying things like the 'standard 'my hero uniform', is fine, however just saying a 'jjk tech' uniform won't help me too much due to knowing that most of the uniforms are customized. It's fine if you want a custom one for you/oc etc, however I do need details on how it needs to look. if it doesn't look right tell me during the sketching process to get a better understanding.  Saying things like, I like the hoodie on Yujis but also how Yutas is white and has the cuffed sleeves will be super helpful!

When it comes to hair, I need to know how textured it is to accurately represent you/oc in the piece! Is it curly? Straight? or are you wanting an up do with flowers in the hair?

It might seem silly to have to say this, but I don't have every single pose or reference on hand. Please have these things ready for me so there isn't stopping and waiting to continue on responses. The only time where there should be downtimes for responses is when sketches and line arts are sent. I try to send as many updates as I can throughout the piece.

If you have any questions feel free to ask me!

Some examples for Completed works!

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Anaxa

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Username change!!

moonybelgug —-> moonlilymusings

i didn’t know where i wanted to go with this account when i made it, so now that i do, i have changed the name to something more fitting ^^

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Anaxa

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considering changing my user to something else moony themed… hard choices.

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warnings: !MDNI! fem!reader, sub!anaxa, dom!reader, pegg!ng, cro$$dres!ng, ooc anaxa? possibly. this was funny to me so i wrote it down and now i share it with my lovely munchkins, idk what words tumblr has blocked so im just gonna censor every word that makes me raise an eyebrow. uhhhhhhhhhhh idk what else to tag. not proofread lmao.

“I don’t think you fully understand my creative vision,” you say, trying to keep your face convincingly serious. Anaxagoras wasn’t buying it.

You two stand in silence once more before you continue your argument for the idea.

“Aglaea will never recognize you if you’re wearing a dress- because *you* would never do that!”

Again, Anaxa stands there, arms crossed, one hip timed to the side as he stares at you in utter bafflement. Beside you, Hyacine can’t contain her laughter.

“Please, master?” She asks with her best puppy eyes. “I think her plan will work, we just have to trust each other!”

Anaxa’s steely mask cracks at the words of the girl in front of him and he turn his gaze to you, who is attempting to look innocent, but are making a fool of yourself.

“If you truly think it only takes a dress to fool the *dressmaker*, you are surely besotten,” he says sharply. You hand him a wig and a pair of heels. He snatches them from you and stomps away.

As much as he’d like to defend himself in this situation, he has no other reason to be angry doing this than out of sheer petty. Sneaking into a feast just to steal a plate of food… he’s sure if the two of you asked, Agalaea would have accommodated you, but you were slower sometimes, especially when it comes to social cues and Hyacine is one of your few validators. And then there was that damn dress… to say he was entirely repulsed by it would be a lie. He knows he looks good, he knows he has a lithe build, a *frail* one at that. And he knows how much you eyeball his waist when he’s doing menial tasks. It makes him feel warm, despite all reason. Despite the two of you already being some sort of relationship already. Anaxa knows what makes your cogs turn and you know his. He knows you love arguing with him, so the encounter before was simply foreplay. And here he is, wearing a dress and sneaking into the back of Aglaea’s party. The dress is almost the same color as his hair and it’s silky and breathable. One side is hitched up to reveal his leg, his knee leading down to his decorated ankle. His heels are one of the popular shoes in style at the moment and the hairpiece is a snowy white color that reminds him of one of his students and covers his hidden eye. He makes a bee-line for the food table. As pretty as he felt, his stomach couldn’t stop doing flips. “A dromas dressed in finery,” he hears someone chuckle among the crowd. It makes him stop in his tracks before he continues onward, never forgetting his mission. As he’s loading the plate, he begins to question where it went wrong.

Why am I here?

Why am I doing this for them?

Do they really think they can tell me what to do?

I wonder if anyone recognizes me…

Why did I allow this?

Maybe she’ll let me keep the shoes…

He sighs, finishing the masterpiece of an artfully stacked food plate and he places another atop it to keep it from flying away. He smirks to himself.

“Too easy,” he chuckles, turning on his heel to leave.

Aglaea.

She’s staring at him with cold eyes, her fingers tapping against her cheek. Usually he would glare, but he’s not supposed to be him right now, is he? Anaxa diverts his eye contact and takes a different exit before breaking out in a run. The two girls behind the stupid idea peak up from their hiding place, a grin on each face. Anaxa falls behind the bush between the two and he shoves the plate of food in your hands. “There. Now get me home.”

You lay on his bed as he dries himself from the small bath he had just finished bathing in. He didn’t seem to hold the same affinity for baths as the other Crysos Heirs, but perhaps he did without expressing much about it.

“You looked really pretty today,” you say with a suppressed grin. He really did stun you. Every day he does, something new and beautiful every day. He grumbles something under his breath as he turns his back on you, standing in front of a full length mirror to dry his hair.

“You should put it on again,” you say, watching his reflected expression. He’s blushing madly and his eyes are squeezed shut.

“And why would I do that?” He asks through grit teeth.

“I want to show you just how pretty you are. Is that so bad?”

Anaxagoras is on his back, fingers clutching the sheets as you suck him off, your hands squeezing his thighs apart to keep him from accidentally knocking you in the head. His eyes are screwed shut but every twist and flick of your tongue has them rolling back. Your other hand is occupied alternating between stretching him open and massaging his balls, fingers reaching for his prostate, rubbing at it before pulling away just a little too soon. He curses your name and then blesses it, opening his legs and then squeezing them around your head. You commanded him to touch his chest during this but that was easily forgotten as soon as you started fingering him.

The dress is bunched up around his hips and pulled down from his collar bone to expose his fished chest. He insisted on the heels if he was to wear the dress and what started as soft praises and kisses turned into.. this. His hand reached for your hair but you catch it, pushing his lithe wrist to rub his palm against his abdomen, further teasing himself.

Anaxa hates sex. He can’t be composed, nor can he overpower without begging before the act, nor can he use this for his research, nor does it aid in clearing his mind of you at all. And to be brought to his knees by mere pleasure stimuli and not someone he has determined the on the same level as himself is truly humbling. You have complete power over him and the fact he could best you in every academic endeavor could not matter less in this environment. The smartest thing to do would be to submit.

He places his heeled foot against your shoulder and pushes with all his might and it works. You complain mildly but then you hook his legs over your shoulder, mindlessly kissing his ankles as he feels the strap that you had put in earlier catch on his hole. He bites his lip as it pushes against him, his eyelashes fluttering. This is humiliating, he thinks, as he always does.

Anaxa angles his hips to take the strap a little deeper before you still him and push his legs up further, his knees on each side of his head. You kiss him deeply and that brings the first vocal moan from him, his eyes rolling back as you penetrate his soft hole. He can’t move, he can’t think, he is rendered completely at the mercy of this person who just fell into his life. Brilliant.

You thrust into him softly at first, but you’re quickly emcouraged to go faster by him tugging on your hair and biting at your lips. You whisper to him to calm down but that only makes him more insistent.

You often get distracted during sex, especially when he’s bottoming. His eyes are so pretty you just fall right in. When you nuzzle into his neck and inhale the scent of his hair, you loose yourself. When you kiss and he draws his tongue against your teeth and lips, you find yourself pressing closer and closer, stilling your hips but lapping at his tongue as though his mouth were ambrosia and you, a dying man. He knew you got distracted but he just chalked that up to you being careless. He’d pinch your cheek or arm and pull you back into reality. You feel him pinch your cheek as you reminisce on this.

Anaxa’s body, lithe and curved with little muscle.. you reel back and hold his legs as you begin a steady pace, eager to pleasure him, make him have positive memories to associate with today and this dress. Perhaps if you do a good enough job, he’ll wear it for you again…

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May all anaxa wanters be anaxa havers 🙏

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I identify with him so much, it's unbearable.

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i really go back and forth between finding sex abhorrent and wanting to lob my head off because i’m so horny and perhaps it is entirely based on my cycle so if you don’t see me for a while, know i will be back when I’m ovulating again 🩷

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im done masculinizing myself ill wear a barbie themed strap and fuck the shit out of you!!!!!!!!!!! this is my revolution!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Sage

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