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Hi!

I'm Static/Luka, a 16 year old transmasc person who's trying to raise money to treat my dysohoria since I'm finally of age. The money from these comissions will be used for baggier clothing, a new chest binder since the old one is so small it may injure me if I use it again, and hopefully HRT treatment.

Payment Method: E-Visa Gift Cards (I can buy clothes online with these)

Sketch Price: $5

Digital Price: $10

Prices may vary based on additions such as the following:

- Extra Character: +5

- Dynamic Poses: +5

- Commercial Use: +10

Examples listed below along with do's, don'ts, etc.

DISCLAIMER:

I take payments after I finish the drawing for your sake! I don't want anyone to feel scammed 🩷

Right now I'm trying to make a vgen profile so I don't get scammed either lol

And, while I don't draw Genshin Impact chatacters, I will draw the following HSR characters: **Sunday, Robin, HuoHuo, March 7th.**

With that, thank you for reading. Any support I can get means the world to me 🩷

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cry baby - ao3 coffeeinabath

"Waaaaaahhh!"

The sound of a blubbering, stubborn, and most of all a sassy young girl rang through the school halls. Her chocolate brown eyes poured tears like spilt milk, her hands trembling. On her forehead, there was a big bruise which had began to swell. An upperclassman had hit her with a rock, claiming she attacked first. Now sat side by side the boy in old, creaking blue school chairs, his face was overcast with hues of embarrassment and guilt. Maybe not because he was sorry, but more so because he got caught. The sun beamed in through the crystal clear windows, having recently been cleaned by the underclassmen, including the girl who's tears seemed to flow like a faucet.

"Misa, what happened? Please don't cry.."

"Hey! She-"

"I'll hear from you later, I need both sides to come to a conclusion, young man."

Wiping her tears seemed pointless, because when she did so, more continued to drip from her eyes. A blond haired girl with her hair up in pig tails, eyes usually dazzling with stars within them, and.. an odd fashion sense. She went against the norms of every day society, refusing to wear the uniform, yet being an all A student. Hiccupping, she finally spoke.

"H-He was bullying ssomeone smaller! I hhad to do something!"

Glancing around the room frantically, as if unlocking a memory, Misa's eyes went wide once she spotted the victim of her claim. His hair was short, a little girly yet messy too. A messy, raven black bob. His cheek was bandaged, and his brow was split with a cut which was still glistening from being freshly washed. He sat with his feet in his chair, shoes looking as if they were lazily thrown on in a hurry, laces untied. He rested his chin in the palm of his hand, elbow in his raised lap. Glancing over at the girl with half-lidded, almost dead eyes, Misa frowned.

:"See? He looks so sad! Teacher, teacherr!"

"I know, Misa. How about you escort him to the nurse, and I'll have a chat with your upperclassman."

"..Yes sir.."

Standing up straight, she folded her torso in a bow. then ran her way around rows of desks and chairs. She stood atop of the chair nearest to the ravenette before jumping down by his side. Despite her speed, he wasn't necessarily surprised. Without a word, the stoic boy stood from his chair. He looked so.. down. So out of it. With eyebags which seemed etched into his skin, with such piercing irises.. she couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking. Noticing her staring, he grabbed her hand and turned to the door. With his eyes no longer visible, she couldn't help but frown.

She wasn't sure why.

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"Why.. do you care?"

"W-..What?"

"I'm hurt.. and you care? Why.. I mean.. you could just pretend I'm not there, like everyone else."

As they walked down the halls, the silence became numbing. Was he serious..? Could someone really think so lowly of themselves? So low that they find themselves to be invisible?.. For some reason, it hurt her heart. Before she could stop herself, with starry eyes, she blurted;

"Because, I can't just let you get bullied! You're.. you're a person!"

"What?"

"You're.. a person! Okay?"

Peering into the depths of his pitch black eyes, she noticed a faint shimmer within them. He blinked slowly, as if having trouble processing exactly what she was saying. His hands troubled, and he quickly pulled away from her soft touch. Watching as he stared at his dirty stained palms, his eyes began to water. He turned his head, clenching his teeth and narrowing his eyes. His fists clenched, every muscle in his body tensing and tightening. He seemed so on guard, it was enough to break a girl's heart. Why was he reacting like this?.. He seemed so nonchalant about everything prior, and now he was so heavily guarded. Was.. he okay being hit? She.. couldn't help but wonder.

"You.. don't have to pretend to like me, okay?"

"I'm not!-"

"You ARE! You don't care, you're popular! Why would you?!"

Freeing, the once bubbly girl was stunned in shock and .. almost a paralyzing fear. She glanced around, the air thickening the longer they stood there in a tension filled silence. Is that how people see me? Am I the mean popular girl? Am I..? No! -- Shaking the thoughts from her head, Misa brought her foot forward. Her fists clenched, determination to sway his view filling her veins.

"I may not know you yet, but I- .. I want to! You're not invisible, not to me anyways!" She held out her hand, gaze softening, "Lawliet, right?.. I hear your name in attendance every morning.. I always thought you were cool, and so I didn't know how to approach you.. But I really wanted to. So- now- I will! I'm Misa Amane, and I want to be your friend!"

And for the first time, L Lawliet began to cry. It would be the first of many, but she didn't care. As she sat there, in her empty middle school hallway, skirt sprawled across the wooden ground. her sole focus was on the boy whomst she deemed 'special'. The boy who only she saw as a real person.

The boy only she could love.

This was their beginning.

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what are immortal people crying about?

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just found a pic of vegeta and bulma wearing "I'm Bulma fucking Briefs" and "I'm fucking Bulma Briefs" shirts, and immediately thought of Malik and Bakura. Thought I'd share this

here u go

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is this anything

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 -`♡´-

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now draw her getting an education and getting a good and easy job where everyones nice to her and also a therapist

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i forgot to post this one here.... enjoy a very belated makibeni monday

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Referenced from this twitter post; https://twitter.com/leockhart/status/1783465543258767475/photo/1 Waiting for your Xie Lian to (call you) roll the dice.

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🐶

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makibeni monday rises from the ashes

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Beauty in The Eye of The Beholder

Pressing her sweet, red lips against her smooth, pale ones, Kobeni's breath hitched in her throat. To feel the heavenly lips of Makima was a privlege which only the gods could grasp. Yet here she was, allowing Makima's tongue to trace her lips before it pushed past her teeth.

Somewhere, a symphony of late night walks and just a bit too much synth played.

Drawing back, the scarlet haired woman flashed a smug yet soft smile. Her honey-glazed irises gleamed in the crimson red light, yellow hues like a sunset riding behind a mountain. Her hands glided down Kobeni's sides and sent a shiver down her spine as they landed on her lower hips.

"We make a good duo, don't you think?"

"But I'm.."

"You're..?"

"W-WWeird and.. and you're perfect!.."

"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, I think.."

Leaning in, the woman which Kobeni idolized as a goddess wrapped her arms around her stiff torso, lips brushing her ear.

"..That you're the most beautiful girl to walk this mortal plain."

"..M-Ms. Makima!.."

Like faucets, the ravenette's eyes began to swell with tears till she could no longer view her surroundings, blinking them down her cheeks three to four at a time.

"Hm?.."

"...T-Thank you.."

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me @ my mutuals

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AKI ANGEL FIC!!!!

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He was incapable of reaching out and cupping his cheek, he was incapable of holding his tender, soft hand, he was incapable of sparing even a touch on him. Though, after finding this small yet blatantly obvious solution, his life became much less.. tiresome.

He finally felt a sense of peace. And as he sat there, one hand playing with it, and the other hand brushing the fiend’s hair, he smiled. For the first time in a long time, Aki smiled. Often, he smoked to escape the reality of the world. The reality of Himeno. Power. All of them.

But with Angel… he was content. He was happy.

“It’s.. soft.” He finally murmured, “You use the same shampoo as an old friend. I can tell from the scent and the way it feels.”

Watching as the fiend turned in curiosity, he tilted his head to the side. Salmon-pink strands of hair slipped through Hayakawa’s fingertips, eyes narrowing as the fiend looked him up and down.

“…Himeno?”

“..Yes.”

“Does it.. bring back bad memories?”

“..Not particularly. In fact, all things I can remember about her hair are good. Aside from the cig smell that I eventually got used to.” He shrugged with a small chuckle in the bliss of the fond memories, “Nevertheless, you aren’t her. So, I’d like to make new memories of this feeling.”

“Oh?”

The angel-winged fiend quirked his brow, but before he could get a word in he was embraced in the arms of the man who’d one day have to hunt him just like all the rest. His tired eyes fluttered for a moment before shutting, choosing to live in this peaceful naivety for just a tad longer.

“…Id like to make memories with you as well.”

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I wanna watch yugioh again lol

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who up blueing their lock rn