‼️Semi-Emergency Commissions‼️
Long story short, my housing situation got a lot more expensive and I’m running low on scholarships. It’s my senior year and I graduate in December, so I just need to get through until then—but I’m stressed as hell about being able to afford my last semester in college. I would really appreciate any help :( and you get art out of it!
Basics
I can do just about anything in terms of species. Humans, D&D races, anthro/furry, animal/feral, mechanical, monstrous, alien, cyborg alien beasts, you name it.
I can also draw pets, you, friends and family, fictional characters, whatever.
I can do mild to moderate gore, but I don't have experience with excessive gore, nor do I really like it. Same for body horror.
I will not draw NSFW art. Non-graphic nudity or romantic moments are cool though!
I reserve the right to turn down requests based on my availability, whether I believe them to be out of my skill range, etc, etc.
Notes:
I can take payments through ko-fi, PayPal, or Venmo.
All comms will be run by you a couple of times throughout the process to receive feedback and see what is and isn't working.
Full body digital pieces come with a simplistic background (ie. pattern, very simplified environment/effects, gradients, etc). Sometimes I get silly with it and might add some extra detail, but I won’t charge for extra detail that I added in the process just because I had an idea and was having fun with it.
I am best reached via my Discord, @/dyltgir, but you can also contact me via my DMs here on Tumblr, or on TikTok, Cara, or DeviantArt.
I can also do character design if you don't yet have refs and just loose ideas. :3
If there's anything you're interested in that doesn't appear here, feel free to reach out!
Headshot/Bust
Traditional Sketch: $7
Traditional Lined: $9
Digital Lineart: $12
Digital Flat Color: $15
Digital Full Render: $20
Half Body
Traditional Sketch: $12
Traditional Lined: $15
Digital Lineart: $20
Digital Flat Color: $25
Digital Full Render: $30
Full Body
Traditional Sketch: $17
Traditional Lined: $20
Digital Lineart: $25
Digital Flat Color: $32
Digital Full Render: $50
Other
Character Reference Sheet: $75
Chibi Front/Back Reference: $15
Sticky Note Doodle: $5
Character Poster (like Kass below): $60
Additional Character: +50%
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༝ you know, i really like you, but are you like . . y’know?
家入 // DYLTGIR
⠀ ༝ ༝ ieiri shoko
⠀ ༝ ༝ 1.8k words
⠀ ⚠︎ modern!au where everything is fine, no pronouns but implied fem!reader bc of the song, in their early 20’s? suggestive kinda maybe idk man i just work here, alcohol consumption
⠀ — shoko loves retelling how the two of you got together.
contrary to popular belief, shoko ieiri was a lightweight.
as much as she likes to drink and smoke and brag about how she could outdrink any of the boys in front of you, she takes five shots back to back and you know you’ll be dragging her to bed with more effort than you’d like.
but, she’s having fun, and so are her friends, so who are you to really be upset when she has a pretty flush to her cheeks and she’s giggling like a schoolgirl?
“can ya tell the story of how you two met again?” gojo slurs out, leaning most of his weight on nanami, who just pushes him off with a scowl. gojo bounces from one shoulder to the next, into geto who welcomes him with a small smile.
it’s childlike, the way he asks, like he’s begging for a bedtime story from his parents rather than the embarrassing retelling of what brought you and shoko together.
your own cheeks are warm despite not touching a drop of alcohol, waving in front of you dismissively, “you already know the story, gojo, i dunno why you ask for it everytime you’re drunk.”
“but geto doesn’t!” he shakes his friend by the shoulder as if to emphasize this, and you fear geto might puke from the sudden movement, “he wasn’t ‘round when you two met, ‘member?”
you do, vividly remember how shoko would complain to you about gojo complaining to her about geto going on a ‘sudden spiritual journey and leaving them behind’, but you think maybe now isn't the time to bring it up.
and shoko’s interest has been piqued enough to your current conversation that she draws away from nanami with a giggle, arm wrapping around your own as she leans forward.
“you wanna know how we met?”
“‘f’course,” geto slurs out, now leaning against gojo. if anyone knocks into the two, they’d both go down in a heaping pile of lanky limbs.
“i don’t think-” you start, only to be shushed by gojo.
“she’s gon’a tell my favorite part!”
you roll your eyes, sending a pleading glance to nanami as if he’d ever have any amount of control over them, but he just shrugs and slides over the whiskey he’d been drinking. before you’re even able to touch the cup, shoko’s grabbing it and swinging it back into her mouth with a click of her tongue and a boop to your nose.
“nuh uh, you’re drivin’, ‘member?”
in your defense, you weren’t going to take a sip of the drink, but it still makes you pout how quickly she took it away. at least she’s distracted from the story –
“gojo ‘nd i were out drinking,” she starts, and you visibly deflate at the start of her recount.
༝ ༝
shoko was honestly surprised she managed to convince gojo to come out after such a disastrous midterm she is sure they both butchered. she knows he’s been down since geto dipped and the untimely failure was surely not going to bring his spirits up, but what broke college student doesn’t love to get drunk on a weekend? especially when your best friend offers to pay?
she thinks her offer is what really got him to come out, and he seems at least a little happy to be out of the house; not burrowed under five different blankets with a tub of melted ice cream at his side, flipping through the same four streaming services before ultimately doom scrolling on his phone.
it’s a nice change, she thinks.
and when he leaves for a second to get the pair of them another round of shots, she spots you.
pretty, with your hair styled nicely out of your face with a hot form-fitting outfit that hugs you nicely. she’s surprised she isn’t drooling. you catch her eye, offer a meek smile and turn away just as gojo comes back with the shots. shoko’s eyes haven’t left you, though.
gojo slides her the glass and she catches it without looking away, bringing the rim to her lips and tipping her head back until the liquid’s past her tongue, warmth spreading further through her body after it being her second (or third? how many had gojo passed her?) shot.
“you like ‘em?” gojo asks after shooting back his own, wiping at his mouth and following his friend's gaze.
“‘s cute.” she comments, but gojo can see the heart-eyes forming in her iris. he grins.
“i can go talk ‘em up for ya, if you want-”
that pulls her attention from you quick, eyes snapping to meet his, “absolutely not.”
“why not?” he straightens his shoulders as if he’s really considering going, “they are pretty cute. might have to talk to ‘em myself-”
gojo moves to step away from the table they’d laid claim to but before he can fully maneuver his way around, he’s being pulled back by shoko, who narrows her eyes and fixes her own little black dress with a pointed finger, “you are not ruining this for me.”
and she makes her way to where you were previously hovering, eyes scanning over every warm body until she finally spots you sitting alone, finger running around the rim of your glass as if you were bored out of your mind.
shoko could fix that. surely, definitely could fix that.
she slides into the seat across from you, smile already on her cheeks when your eyes shift from the glass to her.
“hi,” she starts, glad the warmth from the alcohol is buzzing under her skin enough to give her the boost she needs to be friendlier than usual. a look to the side and she catches gojo’s lingering stare, a smirk on his face as he cheers her on with a nod of his head, and it’s enough to spur her on further, “you here all alone?”
you smile besides yourself, hiding it when you look down at your lap. your fingers still tap tap tap at the rim of your glass, “i’m not,” you offer, “my friends are on the dancefloor and ‘m not much of a dancer.”
noted, shoko’s smile only seems to widen, “really? ‘m sure you dance just fine.”
you wave a hand absentmindedly in front of you with a scrunch of your nose, “nope, not me. i’m just here for the booze.”
“then let me buy you one?” shoko offers, eyes flitting to the cup you’d been nursing, “you don’t seem like a bourbon type to me. i’m thinking you’d like . . a strawberry daiquiri? or maybe a mojito? i can make a mean sex on the beach, too, if . . that’d be something you’re into?”
the implication isn’t lost on you; leaves you pausing for a second as if in thought, opening your mouth to say something then thinking better of it before bringing the glass to your lips and tipping your head back, drinking the entirety of it in one go.
shoko’s impressed at how you don’t cringe at the taste, head tilting as she waits for your reply to her offer.
“you don’t recognize me, do you?”
shoko can’t help the way her brows furrow at the question, head turning further as she scans over your face. sure, maybe you look familiar? you could be in her econ class, or even her physics class, both are at eight in the morning and she’s hardly alive at that point of the day – the bar’s so dimly lit, too, who is she to really say?
“i can’t say i do,” she says finally, sitting up straighter, “should i?”
you smile again, bashful and pretty as you lean forward but look away from her, gesturing for her to lean forward as well. shoko does so without hesitation, eyes on your lips when you bring your hand towards your face like you’re getting ready to spill a juicy secret.
“we’ve met before,” you almost whisper the words, and shoko’s glad she knows how to read lips or she fears she wouldn't catch the way they leave your tongue, “we went on a date like last year.”
you lean back, almost impressed with yourself at how she remains hovering forward, searching your face for any sign of it being a lie.
then, she’s on damage control, “i would've remembered a date with someone as pretty as you.”
another smile is on your lips, “i changed my style up a bit. s’okay if you don’t recognize me, especially in this lighting.” you half gesture up to the flickering neon lights hanging around the establishment.
“well . . what if we tried it again? ‘m sure i could make it up to you with that strawberry daiquiri?”
her offer is quite tempting, but still, you can’t help but tease, “we slept together, y’know? one night stand and you left before i even woke up.”
you almost pout as you recount the night, and shoko’s brows cannot raise any higher on her face from surprise when you add, “especially when it was so good.”
the sex? or the date? she wants to ask, but this hardly seems like the time when you’re looking at her the way you are.
“well how ‘bout another chance? ‘m not above begging.” shoko thinks gojo has been rubbing off on her, because surely these words are not leaving her lips. you’re just so fucking pretty, how could she skip out on another potential chance?
she holds her breath when you smile, head tilting as you think and think and think.
“sure,” you say finally, with a shrug, “as long as i get that strawberry daiquiri?”
shoko can’t stop the grin from forming on her face, looking over her shoulder to send a wink to gojo, who’s already into his own flirty conversation with some blonde.
“let’s get outta here.”
༝ ༝
shoko’s full weight is pressed happily into your side when she finishes retelling the story, with gojo and geto in a fit of giggles across from the two of you, while nanami left in the middle of the story to get another round of drinks for the table.
nanami makes it back just as the story concludes, and shoko’s quick to grab her next shot from the table as he sets the glasses down, swinging it back before she’s pressing into your side again with her head on your shoulder.
“don’t act like you’re not happy you gave me ‘nother chance.”
she leans up and messily presses a kiss to your cheek, and you can smell the alcohol she’d just drank on her tongue. tequila. nanami must hate you, because tequila means you’ll be sitting in the bath for an extra thirty minutes promising her you love her while she giggles (or pukes into the trash can you’ll need to pull beside the tub).
“never said i’m not happy.” you assure her with a smile, turning your head to press your lips to her own.
she grins at the contact, cupping your cheek clumsily, and you think there’s no one you’d rather be with.
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