help, my boyfriend has no sex drive! (4)
Pairing: Kenma x reader (f)
Contents: smut; heavy exhibitionism (streaming); jealous sex; possessive Kenma; light praise kink; degradation; use of "slut"; soft dom Kenma; unprotected sex; established relationship; slight hurt/comfort
Word Count: 4.3k
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Kenma has always tried his best to be supportive of you.
Even for your most outlandish ideas, when none of your other friends or family seemed to agree with you, Kenma made sure he was right behind you to cheer you on every step of the way.
This is why, when you expressed your desire to start your own streaming career, Kenma was completely on board.
He had diligently helped you rearrange your small shared bedroom into something aesthetically pleasing, giving you some of his own Overwatch Funko Pops and an extra strip of LED lights he didn’t need. He had purchased a high-quality microphone and webcam for you to use, claiming he was going to purchase those things anyway so you would be helping him out by testing them beforehand (he absolutely wasn’t—he just knew you’d refuse to allow him to pay for your things if he didn’t have an excuse).
He had even offered to advertise your account on his own social media and give you a shout-out on one of his streams. Naturally, you had refused. It just wouldn’t be fair and having thousands of people watching your first streams right off the bat would make you nervous anyway.
When the time for your first official stream finally came Kenma felt slightly disappointed that you had chosen a time he had already made plans with Kuroo as he had wanted to watch you but you were adamant that he shouldn’t stay.
He left you with a few words of as much advice as he could—it was difficult considering he didn’t have the typical streamer personality —he just quietly played games and answered the occasional question yet somehow thousands of people still watched his streams religiously (it’s totally just cause he’s hot).
Instead, the first time Kenma was able to actually watch one of your streams live was nearly two weeks later.
His own stream had ended early, the result of an unexpected server maintenance on the game he was scheduled to play. The fans were disappointed but understanding and Kenma promised he would be back as soon as the servers were back up.
You had purposefully chosen a streaming schedule similar to his own, claiming it would be more convenient for you both since there would be no risk of you accidentally interrupting each other.
Through the wall separating his office from the bedroom, Kenma could faintly hear the sound of your laughter. Recognizing the perfect opportunity to finally see you in action, Kenma wastes no time in clicking the Twitch search bar on his desktop.
You hadn’t explicitly told him your Twitch username but he had known you for long enough to know the handful of names and variations you used on every site so he was able to find you rather quickly.
Within seconds his screen was filled with the familiar scenery of your shared bedroom, tinted a warm pink hue from the LED lights he had helped you paste to the walls. You’re seated on your pastel D.Va gaming chair, a gift he had given you a while back for Christmas after you had mentioned liking her character design in passing. A large part of him had hoped the gift would incentivize you to play Overwatch with him more often but your busy school schedule along with his own classes, streaming, and business schedules had made the sentiment little more than wishful thinking.
As you sit in it now, giggling over something you read in the chat while wearing a familiar pair of striped thigh highs, Kenma can’t help but recall the female streamers that occasionally raid his Twitter feed: busty girls with bright pink hair and equally pretty pink backgrounds who spend more time flirting with fans that actually playing games.
You look nothing like them—neither in appearance nor personality—but he can’t help but think he understands how the fans who leave feral keyboard smashes and descriptive praises in the comments feel. It’s difficult to focus on your Genshin Impact gameplay when your lips look so soft and the crinkle of your eyes when you smile sends his heart into a stutter. Not to mention the visible swell of your bare thighs above the top of your stockings—
Kenma silently curses himself for his perversion, feeling his cheeks heat up in shame before he shifts his attention to the chatroom to distract himself.
It is then that he quickly realizes he is not alone in his admiration for you.
[xxsunarin] God, she’s so pretty…
[tsumoo] if she slapped me i would thank her
[hi_toka] Ahhh she mains chongyun!!
[bokut04] y/n pls crush me w ur thighs
Kenma feels his chest clench as he recognizes where your chat is going, even as you complain about the enemies on screen, seemingly oblivious to their requests.
[xxsunarin] I’ll subscribe if you do ahegao for us
[grandking] does she do cams???
[sa_tori] she kinda sux at playing but i guess it doesnt rlly matter when her tits are that nice.
Kenma quickly closes the chat box, suddenly feeling slightly queasy.
He should be prepared for this. The internet can be a cruel, careless place. Female gamers are consistently dehumanized just for turning on their microphones in the game, and female streamers who show their faces even more so.
Kenma knew comments like these were possible—he had even warned you about it—but faced with it in reality, seeing strangers sexualize and flirt with his own girlfriend makes his stomach roll with disgust and his chest burn in anger he’s not used to feeling.
For the rest of the stream, he pointedly avoids reading the chat, focused solely on your animated expressions and gameplay. He attempts to take mental notes of things to compliment you on later or suggestions for your builds but his mind continuously drifts back to those messages he had read earlier, especially when you occasionally pause to answer questions, laughing softly at some of the more risqué messages you happen to catch.
“Take off my top?” you read aloud. “Mm, I don’t think my boyfriend would appreciate that, haha.”
Kenma assumed hearing you mention his existence would make him feel better and maybe deter some of the inappropriate comments, but it did little to quell his irritation, and by the time you were saying your goodbyes Kenma felt like his blood was simmering in his veins, threatening to burn him up completely until nothing is left.
Distractedly, he notes that he’s received an email notification. The server maintenance is finished, it claims. He can resume his own stream as he promised his viewers he would.
But he hesitates—he won’t be able to focus on anything until he talks with you first, just to reassure himself; you’ve always told him communication is important in a relationship.
When he approaches you you’re in the kitchen pouring a glass of juice, oblivious of his inner turmoil as you hum softly to yourself. The moment he’s close enough you startle at his sudden presence.
“Oh—Kenken, hey. I thought you were still streaming,” you greet, grabbing an apple from the counter. The energy required to maintain an engaging stream always seems to leave you hungry.
He doesn’t verbally respond, seeming distracted by his own thoughts and you pick up on it quickly.
“Hey—are you alright? I think one of my streamers mentioned something about that game you like being down today, were you able to—”
“I don’t think you should stream anymore.”
Both of you pause, equally shocked by his words. Kenma hadn’t meant to say that—he didn’t really want you to stop streaming...or did he? If you stopped it would certainly put an end to the lecherous comments, the dirty requests, his own insecurities—
“Why do you want me to quit? I thought you said it was a good idea...”
Kenma refuses to meet your eyes, suddenly unsure of what exactly he’s trying to say, what exactly he wants.
“I just...I watched your stream today and I saw the comments people were leaving. They were really gross,” he mumbles out, “they were objectifying you and...I didn’t like it.”
You huff lightly, seeming mildly amused and it forces Kenma to glance up at you, slightly perturbed by how unconcerned you look as you sink your teeth into the apple. It was like you weren’t taking his words seriously at all, weren’t taking him seriously. Maybe there was a reason you enjoyed streaming...
“Kenma, they’re just randoms. Your fangirls are exactly the same—I just ignore it.”
His response is immediate. Curt.
“It’s not the same.”
You pause, meeting his gaze. You two stare at each other for a moment, expressions unreadable before your demeanor shifts completely, brows scrunching and posture tensing as you set the fruit down on the counter.
“How is it not the same? I’ve watched your streams, Ken, every other comment is about how hot your hair looks or begging you to wear your glasses again. I’ve spent over a year watching strangers flirt with you and I’ve said nothing about it.”
Kenma ruffles at the accusation.
It’s not the same. It’s not even relatively similar. Those comments mean nothing, he hardly even reads most of them. He’s not nearly as attractive as you are, not nearly as experienced, not nearly as flirty—
“It’s not the same because I’m not intentionally seducing my fans.”
You look genuinely taken aback and he immediately regrets his words. You open your mouth to respond, seemingly like you’ll raise your voice at him but Kenma beats you to the punch when he steps back, retreating.
“My stream starts in a few minutes, I have to go.”
It is not a lie—he had promised to stream as soon as the servers were back up, but he can’t help but feel like he’s running away from the problem. Because he is.
He always does.
No further words are exchanged between you two as Kenma ducks back into his gaming room, softly closing the door behind him and settling into his chair.
As he boots up his streaming program he feels vaguely hollow.
[a.kaashi] Is it just me or does kodzuken seem off today ?
[tsukki] Yea hes even more quiet than usual
[hi_toka] he looks so angry i wonder if somthing happened…
Kenma tries his best to focus on the enemies on screen to not let his team down or cause his viewers to ask any questions. However, his mind strays and he frequently loses focus. He misses easy shots, bombing his K/D which only serves to frustrate him even more.
His most recent match has just ended when he hears a faint knock on the door behind him.
You enter the room without waiting for a response—not that he would have thought to offer one to be honest. He sits frozen in his chair, head turned in the direction of the door to watch you enter with wide eyes.
Your expression is the definition of sheepish, brows furrowed and smile hesitant as you walk towards his desk with full hands. Once close enough you set down a mug of black tea and a small plate of meticulously carved apple slices, the red skins cut to resemble bunnies.
It’s childish but charming—in many ways, it reminds him of you, and his heart squeezes in his chest.
“I’m sorry for earlier,” you whisper, mindful of the microphone on Kenma’s headset.
He manages to nod dumbly, feeling disoriented by the turn of events, and you’re already turning on your heels, attempting to leave just as quickly as you had entered.
Kenma has nearly forgotten about his stream when his golden eyes happen to flit over the energetic chat room text.
[levittome] Kodzu’s gf is so sweet… I wish I had someone like that :(
[shoyoyo] o.o he like never talks about her i cant believe she finally made an appearance
[hi_toka] She looks familiar…
[bokut04] OMG isnt that y/ngames??? I watched her stream a few hrs ago..shes so hot
Kenma feels a lump form in his throat as he reads, already having a feeling where this is going but unable to look away from the increasingly inappropriate messages popping up on the screen.
[tsumoo] shes so cute when she starts losing. id give anything for her to say my name.
[xxsunarin] Ikr her accent is so sexy
[kuroooo] Guys stop, kudzu is gonna ban yall lmao
[grandking] do u think she has an onlyfans? Her ass looks amazing—
He presses a series of keys and stands up before he even realizes what he’s doing, intercepting your path just before you can reach the door.
You look up at him, wide-eyed and understandably confused but Kenma doesn’t bother explaining himself—he can’t even explain his actions to himself.
He wordlessly corners you, trapping your warm body between his own and the sofa just behind his desk chair. You’re forced to reach out and grab the front of his soft black hoodie just to keep from falling onto the piece of furniture.
“K-Kenma, what are you doing?”
Instead of an answer, Kenma presses a bruising kiss to your lips, forcing his tongue into your mouth until you’re forced to submit. He kisses you hard, using his tongue to dominate your own and render the both of you breathless within minutes.
When he pulls back your gaze is half-lidded and hazy, nearly making his knees give out. His hands rush to grab your hips, briefly groping blindly before he finds the hem of your shirt and can slip them under, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind as he reaches your supple breasts.
“You always tell me I need to be more selfish,” he pants out, faces close enough that his lips brush against your own, “so this is me being selfish. I don’t want to share you with strangers on the internet—you’re mine. Only mine.”
His uncharacteristic possessiveness makes your thighs squeeze and you can only follow obediently as he pulls you down towards the couch, lips reconnecting and clashing messily along the way.
It is only when he pulls away to properly lift your shirt over your head that you notice his computer still on, camera light blinking and screen reflecting your own stare back at you.
“W-wait, Kenma, your stream!”
He glances at his computer monitor only briefly, seeming completely unbothered before his heated gaze shifts back to you. Something in his golden eyes makes you squirm and a small smirk seems to tug at the edge of his lips.
“Isn’t this what you wanted? Thousands of strangers watching you?”
Your breath catches in your throat at the implication.
“Or maybe you just wanted to get my account banned, hm? Is that why you came in here all dressed up like this?”
One finger slips under the elastic of your thigh highs to tug pointedly at the fabric.
“N-no,” you attempt to stutter out, feeling wholly lightheaded and overwhelmed.
One hand shifts to push your bra over your chest, leaving your top half indecently exposed to the camera just over Kenma’s shoulder. Your face flushes with shame as you see your own reflection on screen in the corner of your eye but your panties only dampen further.
Kenma dips down to envelope one of your hardened nipples in his hot mouth. Your hand shoots up to grab at his hair—whether to pull him closer or push him away you’re not sure. He makes sure to pay both breasts equal attention, switching sides to suckle at your other bud while one hand gently massages the unoccupied flesh.
Kenma pulls away all too soon and you consider complaining but then his hands are roughly tugging down your panties and you find yourself no longer willing to complain.
Your boyfriend’s gaze is sharp as he watches himself removing your garments, focused in a way that reminds you of when he gets competitive in a video game. When those catlike eyes flicker up to meet your own, you freeze.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? You like being watched by thousands of strangers, knowing they’re using you to get themselves off.”
You shake your head, stuttering out a denial. That’s not true at all, you’re not a slut —but your weak protests fall on deaf ears as Kenma lifts you up, repositioning himself so he is seated on the couch with you in his lap, bare back pressed against his clothed chest.
In this new position, you become acutely aware of how the camera has an unobstructed view of your bare body, perched on Kenma’s lap. Through the monitor you watch as his eyes rove across your skin on the screen before landing on your eyes, causing your breath to hitch.
“You’re so pretty,” he murmurs, voice soft but purposeful in the way you’re more familiar with him speaking.
The sentiment makes your chest flutter before his next words send a rush of heat to your nether regions.
“Gonna show everyone how wet this pretty pussy gets for me,” he promises, one hand drifting from its hold on your waist down to your crotch.
Kenma wastes no time in gently running two fingertips through your folds, the digits collecting traces of the slick you had—shamefully—already started leaking.
He hums as he pulls his hand away to examine it, seemingly satisfied with the mess before he goes back in, this time focusing on the bud nested at the top of your folds, rubbing on it with much more confidence than he had your first time together.
Your upper body falls back against him for support, softly mewling your satisfaction as he picks up to a pace that makes your legs twitch.
Within moments his other hand shifts down, making its way directly to your empty hole, already twitching with the stimulation on your clit. He uses one finger to gently prod at the entrance before it sinks in almost embarrassingly easily, your walls fluttering invitingly around the intrusion.
Kenma withdraws his finger completely only to add a second the next time he pushes in. Your hands grip the first thing you can—one hand on his shoulder and the other grasping the fabric of the couch as he pumps his fingers in and out.
Within minutes his fingers are soaked, a testament to how turned on you are by the situation. The green camera light glares back at you almost tauntingly as Kenma removes his fingers. He ignores your disappointed whine in favor of reaching for his own sweatpants, lowering them just enough to free his erection.
He positions himself, head brushing against your entrance to make you shiver before he pauses, looking up at you in silent permission.
Eagerly, you nod.
You tense in anticipation as he pushes in. He doesn’t stop until he bottoms out completely, the delicious stretch leaving you breathless and teary-eyed as Kenma lets out a pitched moan of his own. He pauses for a moment, attempting to pull himself together before he unwittingly releases way too quickly in your suffocating heat.
“K-Kenma,” you mumble thoughtlessly, eyes locked on the screen to see the place where your bodies connect.
You feel lightheaded, rendered delirious by the notion of being watched by so many people—the thousands of fangirls and boys who undoubtedly wish they were in your place.
Some part of you can’t help but feel a sick sense of satisfaction as you recall the praises and thirsty comments they leave on his stream. How disappointed they must feel now, watching their beloved Kodzuken balls deep inside of you.
Your thoughts are cut short when Kenma abruptly moves, lifting you up as he pulls back before dropping you back down on his length. The position allows gravity to force him so much deeper than usual, his tip nudging something inside you that makes your toes curl and an embarrassing sound escapes your lips.
Your eyes fall shut and your head begins to roll back as you begin to lose yourself to the persistent drag of his length against your walls but Kenma demands otherwise.
“Eyes forward,” he chokes out, pace faltering when you unintentionally squeeze down.
“I want you to watch yourself.”
You can do nothing but comply. Even as one of Kenma’s hands slips down to circle at your swollen clit, you keep your blurry gaze locked on his monitor.
You watch the way your breasts bounce, the way the meat of your thighs—still clad in those blessed thigh highs—jiggle with each of his harsh thrusts. Most of all, you watch the way he fucks you—you watch how his thick, pretty cock stretches you open before pulling out almost completely and slamming back in. Cloudy strings of arousal paint your inner thighs and connect you to him, making shamefully loud squelches as he ruins your cunt.
Kenma momentarily fumbles, grip on you slipping with his exertion and causing him to hit a different angle, one that makes you keen and tighten around him.
“F- fuck! ”
You aren’t sure whether it's you or him who lets out the expletive but it hardly matters when the fingers on your clit rub faster, his thrusts increasing in speed as your gut clenches in anticipation.
Through the monitor, you can see how fucked out you look, mouth agape as you repeatedly mewl some variation of Kenma’s name. However, it is your boyfriend’s appearance that sends heat rushing through your core. His usually smooth hair is a wild mess, strands sticking to his forehead and flushed cheeks with sweat.
“I want you to cum,” Kenma suddenly announces, slightly breathless and sounding nearly desperate, “cum on my cock in front of everyone.”
The implication sends you over the edge, walls clamping down on him as your back arches, vision going hazy. Your physical reaction seems to affect him as well. Kenma stutters out your name as his pace fumbles, abandoning your clit in favor of holding you still as he thrusts deep.
You feel a sudden burst of warmth as he spills himself deep inside of you, your spasming walls milking his cock as he thrusts just a few more times before the sensitivity becomes overwhelming and he’s forced to pull out.
For a few minutes, everything is silent save for your harsh pants as you catch your breaths. You can feel his cum beginning to leak from between your thighs and you squirm with discomfort, catching his attention.
“Are you okay?”
You look over to see Kenma already sitting up, eyes wide and glancing over your body in concern. You can’t help but smile, touched by his concern even after acting so boldly and saying such obscene things in front of thousands of—
You gasp, sitting up in a panic that has Kenma even more worried.
“Kenma—the stream—you’re going to get banned! Oh my god, your career is ruined, we should have never—!”
The male interrupts your panicked shrieking easily by pulling you back into him, forcing you to lie against his chest while he presses a chaste kiss against your temple.
“Don’t worry,” he murmurs simply.
You frown, unconvinced.
“Kenma...you are being way too calm about this. We just fucked in front of thousands of your fans and—”
“I turned it off.”
“...huh?”
You push away from your boyfriend—much to his unspoken disappointment—to read his expression but he avoids your gaze, ears slightly red in embarrassment.
“Before we started...I turned the live off,” Kenma explains, “I just thought it would be... fun to pretend.”
A few breaths go by in silence with you blinking at Kenma dumbly as you try to process his words and him continuing to avoid eye contact at all costs, face steadily getting warmer.
Suddenly, you’re filled with mirth. It takes everything in you not to completely guffaw and embarrass your boyfriend even further.
“Wow, I didn’t expect little KenKen to be into something as scandalous as an exhibition kink.”
“Ugh, stop, you sound like Kuroo.”
This time you do laugh. Kenma pouts silently.
The two of you fall back into a peaceful, sleepy silence after your chuckles die out. One of his hands subconsciously traces the skin of your back, nonsensical shapes, and occasionally something that resembles a heart. However, you can sense something tense in him. His golden gaze is distant in a way he only gets when deep in thought about something. Before you even have the chance to ask he speaks up, voice hesitant.
“I’m sorry for what I said before. You were right; I was being a hypocrite. And...if you want to keep streaming, I will support you.”
Your smile, heart warmed by his sincerity and maturity. It was one of the many things that had first attracted you to Kenma—he was leagues ahead of your exes in terms of maturity.
Despite his aversion to people—or maybe because of it—Kenma has always been honest and fair. While most people would stick to their guns out of stubbornness or spite, Kenma was quick to admit when someone else was right.
“I appreciate it, Ken, but I think I’ll leave the streaming to you. It was fun but...it’s a lot more work than I expected.”
Kenma’s lips twitch in a poorly suppressed smirk at your words, clearly prideful at how you admit his work is difficult. You were well aware of the bias most people held against streamers, assuming they were just paid to have fun and that it wasn’t a “real job.”
As much as you love seeing your boyfriend feeling proud of himself, you can’t resist the urge to tease him.
“Hey, maybe if you get tired of being a Twitch streamer we can become a cam couple,” you joke.
A pause.
“Ah. Yeah, I think we could make a lot of money.”
You freeze before shooting up to send him an incredulous look, gaping like a fish at his serious response.
“K-Kenma, I was joking!”
To your disdain, Kenma offers you a devious smirk before pulling you back into his chest and holding you close.
“I’m joking too,” he assures, “you know I don’t like sharing.”
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Top 10 Things I Learned From Artist Alleys
Hi guys! I thought I’d write a post on some things I’ve learned from selling my own art at artist alleys over the years & talking to fellow artists, as it’s something I’ve wanted to discuss and thought people would be interested. This isn’t really an Artist Alley 101 guide, as I wrote this in mind for both for beginners and veterans, because even if you’ve been tabling for years, there are things about the artist alley scene that can keep changing, or things you never knew about. Hope this helps!
LONG POST IS LONG WARNING
10. Bigger doesn’t always mean better – people keep thinking this, but it’s not always true.
Smaller conventions are easier to talk to attendees/artists because there’s often slow periods, and are good if if they’re local and you need a place to start. You can also get away with having only a few things to sell and if it doesn’t go well it won’t be a huge loss. Smaller cons tend to also have a lower table cost, and because the artist alley is smaller, it’s easier to “stand out”. Probably because of this, I’ve heard some cases where some people have made the same amount of profits from certain small cons vs. big cons, meaning, they actually got more sales per person at the smaller con.
Bigger conventions CAN command big bucks and keep you busier with sales because there’s more attendees and potentially more money to go around. However, they are also more competitive: if all you have is ONE print when everyone else around you has huge displays, you risk people passing by you because they may think you don’t have anything of interest to offer. As an example, maybe at the small con, your Overwatch solo D.Va print was the only one there and it did well, but at a big con, 20 other artists could also have similar D.Va prints and are now competing with each other, which is something you should consider.
Every con is different so when researching, you want to take into consideration the ratio of artist/vendor tables available in conjunction to attendee count, events/guests, and the con environment.
With both cons, if you frequent the same ones, try to keep things fresh and make new stuff or else you risk oversaturating your market and having people come up to your table thinking “I’ve seen that same poster 3 years already, and I already have it. What’s new?”
9. Just because something is popular doesn’t necessarily mean it’ll sell right away – there’s a fine line between “it’s popular so fans will buy it” and “it’s popular but it’s oversaturated because everyone and their mom drew it and it won’t sell unless you differentiate your work from everyone else”. I’d argue if you’re passionate about a series and it just happens to be popular, go for it! You should draw what you like, because it’ll show in how you interact with other fans and the effort you put into it.
If you’re only drawing for the popularity, well, there’s a bit of debate about this. And let’s be honest, some of us need to pay bills. I’ll argue if you ONLY draw whatever is popular to sell out, it can reflect in the quality of your work and make you unmemorable (and you can still risk it not selling), but hey, you do you. But drawing only niche things may also be tricky, since the fans are probably very passionate, but few in number. Sometimes finding a balance between both can work, but at the end of the day, it’s up to you to decide what path you want to take. Most artists start out doing fanart as it’s easier for someone to walk up to your table if they recognize their favorite character than a table full of random OCs standing in a backgroundless void. But that’s not to say originals can’t sell because....
8. Originals sell! Don’t be afraid to make original content – this might shock some of you but original merchandise DOES sell, according to many successful anecdotal stories from artists and art friends who’ve done it, and a lot of people have said it is very rewarding, especially when you consider how prevalent fanart is. However, originals can be harder to sell – it will highly depend on the subject matter you’re drawing and attendees at certain cons may be more or less receptive to them than others, so you may have to try different cons to find your market. What has worked for others may not work for you. You might even need time to develop a consistency with your work so people know what to expect from you.
There are also a few conventions out there, such as Otakon, which do require you to have a certain % of originals when you apply for their artist alley, so there’s that.
7. Have stuff with different price points at your table – my personal opinion is “Do not do print-only tables” but I know there are artists out there who DO command good profits only selling prints and posters of their artwork.
But why I say this is because (especially at anime cons) there are usually younger kids who don’t have much disposable income or don’t have a lot of wall space and thus, can’t always afford big $20 posters, which is where having smaller items like charms and buttons can help as impulse purchases. It may take you 10 purchases of $2 buttons to reach that equivalent amount, but if you do get enough sales they’ll add up. Plus, it’s easier for some people to make use of charms and buttons.
Prints are still good because the profit margin is better and they're a way for your audience to see your "portfolio" and art style from afar. At larger cons where there’s a sea of artists, having many prints can help others see what you have or help find your table from a distance. Try and stick to common print sizes such as 11x17 inches, 8.5x11, 4x6 or 5x7, mostly on the basis that they’re easier to frame.
One thing - unless you plan on traveling to many conventions in your life, you do NOT need to print 50+ copies of each print if all you do is table at your small local con once a year. You will regret it and be stuck with them until you die (I’m not kidding). Unless a piece has proven to you it’s a best seller, I recommend printing 5-10 copies a print, 2-4 if you aren’t confident. You can always reprint more if they sell well, or replace them with newer prints.
Comic cons I hear are a little different, as their audience is usually older, but I can’t say much about them since I never actually vended at one before.
6. You gotta spend money to make money – You wanna make cool stuff like charms, lanyards, enamel pins? A button maker to make your own buttons? A dealer’s room spot instead of a regular artist alley table? Travel to cons outside your city? Heck, just buying table display stuff and getting new prints? That all costs money, bruh. This might require you save up, and some people I know even use their day job to help fund them to afford nice things. But artist alley IS also a business, and if you want your business to grow, you’ll need to take risks and invest in it. However, know that this should happen gradually over time and NOT overnight. If you literally have no previous experience selling your art and knowing what worked for you, do NOT carelessly throw down money to make every fancy merchandise imaginable.
5. Talk to people and engage with attendees! I say this because I’ve seen quite a few artists who are great at their craft, but aren’t good at business at all. Even if you aren’t confident about your work, still strive to be as professional as possible. And be your own cheerleader/salesman to your art! If the con is slow, don’t ignore customer’s questions by playing mobile games on your phone. People get energy off of you, and if you happen to seem like you hate people, attendees pick up on that. A lot of people who go to anime cons can be introverted/shy as well, so just saying hi and ask how they’re enjoying the con is a good start to engage with them! If you notice they’re cosplaying a character, tell them you like their cosplay or happen to have that character as a button! You’d be surprised some people may not know you offer a product because they overlooked it.
I usually let customers browse the table without bothering them, as people get uncomfortable if you’re being too desperate with sales.
4. Displays and Table Placement matter- Your table placement at a convention can dictate a HUGE majority of your sales, and how you display yourself also counts as well. You could have amazing art, but maybe your table is in some back corner where it’s not getting enough foot traffic compared to the people in the front. Additionally, if you have merchandise hidden behind other merch, other people can’t see it as they walk by. Presentation is important, there are so many possibilities you can do to make your table look nice.
The most common way people display their prints are usually either by using grid cubes, photography stands or PVC pipes with clamps. All of these have their pros and cons, and some artists even use a combination of the 3.
3. Cons are extremely volatile. Artist alley is NOT a place to “get rich quick” – To be blunt (and unfortunately, speaking from personal experience), you can’t predict when you’ll get dicked over by a badly-run con. No two cons are the same, and the same convention can even vary from year to year, depending on things like how it was run by staff, its location, when it was held, etc. At one con, you may sell out of prints. At another, only your commissions do well. Even something as simple as a venue change and increasing the amount of artist/vendor tables can affect sales. You can only prepare as much as you can and hope you survive the rainy days.
I used to think as you got older and sold at more artist alleys, your profits could only go up and boy was I wrong with that notion. The realest piece of advice I’ve learned is seeing seasoned veterans (who are used to making 4-digit profits or artists who have done this for over 7 years) having times where they hit a bad con and don’t even break even. If you’ve never had a terrible con before, you are either very lucky or you have not vended at enough different cons to experience this.
A lot of different factors can come into play, and while some you can’t control, think of the ones that you can – was your setup bad? What do you see other attendees buying? Or maybe was this your first con in a completely different area and it caught you off guard? If you feel your art was lacking, don’t lose confidence. Look at it as an opportunity to find yourself again, and work hard on your craft so you can show everyone at your next event “hey, this is the new and improved me! Look at how far I’ve come!”
2. Artist alleys can be stressful and are getting more competitive, but it’s important to develop a thick skin to keep moving on – I should clarify this, AA should NOT be a sea of cutthroat competition because every con has its mix of those starting out, the veterans who have been doing this for 10 years, and everyone else in between. And everyone has something different to bring to the table. However, the fact is… artist alleys are getting competitive each year just to GET IN. At some popular cons, there’s always more applicants than tables available, and you can’t take it personally when 1,000+ people are in a lottery for 90 tables.
As artists, we are always our worst critics as well, just because art can be highly personable to us. There’s a lot of things that can go wrong in the moment. Maybe you got more commissions than you can handle. Your new merchandise didn’t arrive on time. Or you worry your art isn’t “sellable”. All of these can be pretty frustrating and question your self-worth as an artist. But just know you are not alone, all of us have had those moments at least once, maybe even multiple times in our lives. Sometimes you just have to keep marching on, despite things. And if you need time to step away to take a breather, go ahead and take care of yourself first.
1. … But you keep wanting to do them because they are also one of the best experiences you can have as a creative – despite the above, artist alleys have been an integral part of my growth as an artist. Seeing what everyone has to offer has challenged me to keep improving my art and helped me meet fellow artist friends thru our comradery of shared experiences, interests, and stresses. It’s very easy to feel dejected, but if you can keep pushing thru, you’ll probably benefit the most than those who give up at the slightest hint of being butthurt. The artist alley life isn’t exactly easily, but it’s heartwarming when you have moments where “doing what you love” and “drawing what you like” feel like it paid off.
Don’t feel bad if your first shows don’t go logistically or financially great! I never realized how lucky I was that my first AA, I broke even AND made profit, because many apparently don’t. Go into it as an opportunity to market your work, meet other artists and customers, and figure out what people like about your art. Artist alley is not for everyone, but if you find that you’re growing to love it despite the hiccups, keep going! My AA experience isn’t as extensive as others, but I hope with this, this is my way of giving back to the artist alley community that helped me grow as an artist.
If you’re still worried if you’re “good enough” to do artist alley, here’s my final advice: just do it, bruh.
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