Been meaning to get this out there, but yes I am finally opening commissions! Work will be small but I'll try to be consistent, and I'm malleable to styles and ideas so please consider checking my ko-fi out! I also take donations if you'd rather just drop a little something, I'm trying to make some extra cash for school supplies ie a laptop and bills I pay each month.
Check me out here~
https://ko-fi.com/ahsokaisawesome/commissions
Here's are some examples of my work~!
Special thanks to @cerasusarbour for letting me draw their OC Yusei please check out their art its hot and sexy and rad as fuck and I'm so in love with all them [ALL OF THEM]
Thanks again~!!
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Private commission for @dailyshark! Hope you like it buddy! A new icon of his fav shark! I'm prepping a commission pages so please be patient everyone! <3
Working on a commissions page, I might open an art only blog just to keep my shit more organized so keep an eye out! HOPEFULLY I’ll have it ready by next week I have samples to make between personal projects so :3
To begin with, Neji should not trust the field of flowers.
Sure, it’s a nice scenery. He can admit this much; there’s an abundance of flowers, a variation of types and the grass that grows around them differs in height. The trees that cages the field only serves to compliment it all further.
But Neji eyes it all with wariness, lips pressed into a line as he approaches, the breeze caressing his hair and the untrustworthy nymph that’s set up this secret meeting already seated at the very center.
“Yamanaka,” he begins, crossing his arms in front of his chest. He stops right in front of her, remains standing because he finds it absurd to sit in this… this mess of blooms. “Why am I here?"
“Neji, please,” Ino rolls her eyes, pats the ground next to her, “sit down.”
He looks at her for a second, fighting the urge to curl his lip and sneer. If it’s one thing Hyuuga Neji knows very well it’s that Yamanaka Ino is trouble, obnoxious and bad news. So that’s three things, actually.
“I’m not going to start this conversation until you sit down with me,” she says, flipping her long pale blond hair over her shoulder. It swings behind her, the grass ruffling at its swaying because her hair is that long.
Sighing softly to himself, Neji turns his pale eyes skyward before he elegantly drops to the ground, knees bent and elbows resting over them. His own long dark hair falls over his shoulder, pooling at his lap.
Ino looks at him, gray-blue eyes fascinated. “Do you condition twice? Leave in conditioner, perhaps? Treatment?” She leans closer, enough to make him lean back and wrinkle his nose in discomfort. “Is there a secret involved?”
For a moment Neji lets her questions sit in his mind, lets them run their course before he narrows his eyes and looks at her, really looks at her. “You’ve called me here of all places to ask me this?” The curl of her lips is amused and Neji wants to smack it off. “You want to talk about my hair?”
“Not really,” she shrugs a sharp shoulder, tucks it under her chin as she strikes a coy pose. “I mean, we can. Your hair is so nice and I’m jealous. But I wanted to talk about something else.”
“Please. Just tell me so I can leave.”
Ino grins at him for a second before she looks down at some of the flowers that surround them, caressing the petals with tenderness he’s quite frightened to realize she possesses. Then, she looks up at him and Neji thinks he that maybe he should have casually forgotten about this request and never should have come.
“I need your help.”
“Hmm,” he hums, pressing his lips together. “I don’t remember you being the kind to solicit help, Yamanaka. Much less from me.”
She laughs at this and it’s as sharp as her voice, perhaps a bit breathier. “Don’t be so dramatic, Neji, jeez.”
“What do you want.”
“I don’t want anything.” Her eyes sparkle and Neji arches an eyebrow.
“What do you need.”
There’s that curl to her lips and honestly how does Shikamaru manage to deal with this girl? She shifts, bending her legs at the knees, elbows on top of them so that her chin can rest over her interlaced fingers. Neji quickly looks away from the indecent amount of skin her hiked skirt is showing off, not that it’s anything new. Yamanaka seems to only wear enough clothes to cover the, ah, important things.
He narrows his eyes at the mere thought, staring at the trees in the distance.
“It’s Shino,” Ino finally says. “I’ve decided that enough is enough and something has to be done with his hair. And I need help. And at first I was going to get Sakura to help me but then I realized.”
Neji slowly turns his eyes to peer at her from the corner, his long eyelashes obstructing his view. “What?”
“Your hair is gorgeous.” Ino shifts again so that she’s now on her knees, hands planted in front of her to hold her upright, back arched inwardly and she’s so close and Neji’s making gurgling noises as he tries to move back and away from her. “So I was really, really hoping you’d help me?”
“H-help you?!”
“Yeah!” She sits back into a kneel, flutters her eyelashes. “In fixing his awful hair. We can, I don’t know, braid it.”
“Braid it?” He echoes, expression scandalized and face colored pink.
Ino nods, white-blond hair falling over her shoulder, forelocks in her face. “Or maybe convince him to cut it. It’s just an awful hair, Neji. It’s like a bush.”
Neji tries to get rid of the fog of discomfort in his head and remember what exactly Shino’s hair even looks like. Honestly, all he can think about are the godforsaken sunglasses, the high-collar jacket… Ah. There it is. The unruliness. It’s probably dry and knotty. In need of some deep conditioning. Some treatment. A brand change, definitely.
“Ah,” he says, after a moment. He then takes a chance to clear his throat and compose himself. “I see what you mean. He does need… help.”
“So you’ll help me?”
“Hmm,” he hums, shifting a bit. “Perhaps.”
“We can braid it. With flowers.”
Neji looks at her for a second, a look of something that’s close to disgust on his face. “Don’t be absurd.”
“Can I braid your hair with flowers?”
“No.” He flips his loose ponytail over his shoulder for emphasis. “Now quiet down, Yamanaka and start thinking of what to do for Aburame or I’ll leave.”
She scoots closer again and Neji stiffens, shifts to get away. Perhaps he could just give her his conditioner and call it a day…
the sun rises from the east
commissioned by @lieanndesu
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Sakura wakes up to the slow glide of her husband’s hand down her side, the casual stop at her thigh, the moment in between before he slowly slides it back up again, tracing her curves and smoothing out the wrinkles of her nightclothes.
A lazy smile forms at her dry lips, eyes still closed as she scoots closer, feeling the shift in the bed as Sasuke-kun dips his head, buries his face in the hollow of her throat, lips pressed to her collarbone. Such intimacy without any lust. Just as lazy as she feels, almost tired. Like lulling back to sleep.
“Mmm,” she hums, throwing a leg over both of his, toes curling. “’Morning.”
“So far,” he yawns, hot breath on her skin. Sakura smiles at the suggestion.
It grows quiet after that and Sakura inhales softly, feeling Sasuke-kun’s hand as it continues to run up and down her side, soft and slow, feeling as he moves his attention to her back, where he dips his hand under her shirt to touch her skin with his own and rub soothing circles against the warmth there.
In return, Sakura presses her cold feet to his cold calves and smiles, eyes still shut, when he groans in what she knows is his form of a whine. She kisses his forehead, lowers her lips to the space in between his eyebrows and presses for another kiss, rides the slope of his nose and presses for another kiss right at the tip of his nose.
“You’re so gross,” he croaks, lips curled and nose wrinkled.
“And you have a summit today,” she tells him, lifting herself up to lean her weight on an elbow. “Don’t think I don’t know about that. Shikamaru’s told me about your new habit of arriving late. Sounds a little too familiar, don’t you think, love?”
“Sakura,” he sighs, scrunching his eyes shut with effort, curling further into bed and scooting closer onto her pillow, “stop being so annoying and let’s go back to sleep. You’re warm.”
“I’m also stubborn. Up, Sasuke-kun.”
“Don’t want.”
She remains quiet and stares at him, lifting a hand up to run it through her hair, pushing the pink bedhead back and away from her face. At her silence, Sasuke-kun cracks an eye open to look at her and she stares his Rinnegan down, raising a perfectly shaped eyebrow.
He groans again, burrowing his face in her pillow and looking exactly like his thirteen-year-old daughter for a minute before he sits up, sighing.
“There,” she says, smiling as she leans forward to press a kiss to his jaw. She pulls away with a pout, fingertips to her lips. “You need to shave.”
Sasuke-kun rolls his eyes.
“You said a few nights ago you liked the feeling.”
“I changed my mind,” Sakura continues, moving the covers and standing up. “Shave. Get ready. I’ll make breakfast.” She looks at the digital clock on her nightstand. “Your daughter will be up soon.”
“Your daughter,” Sasuke-kun retorts, rubbing the heel of his palm against his dark eye. “She’s annoying like you.”
“Hey! Don’t make me get back in there.”
He tilts his head, brow furrowed. “You act like that’s a bad thing. Or like if I’m supposed to be scared, Haruno.”
Sakura points a finger at him. “It’s Uchiha.”
Sasuke-kun smirks as he stands up, not even bothering to adjust the waistband of his sleeping pants as he makes his way to the bathroom. Sakura reaches over and gives a quick smack to his butt, winking when he turns to look at her with a scandalized expression.
She exits their bedroom with a small laugh, making her way to the kitchen and quickly getting to work. It’s easy, since there’s leftovers from dinner. She reheats the steamed rice and gets a pan ready for some eggs.
She’s just getting done with everything when Sasuke-kun appears, hair damp and messy and clothes just slightly rumpled. Sarada still isn’t out but Sakura’s heard her movements.
“Mmm, look at you,” she teases, moving to stand in front of him. She takes both ends of his lilac vest, buttons it for him and affectionately tugs at it as she leans closer. “I love it when you listen to me.”
“You’re so gross, get away from me,” he scoffs, nose wrinkled. Yet he dips low to accept the soft press of her lips to his.
Her hands blindly fixes the neck of his violet shirt, smoothens out any and all wrinkles and sighs contently when she pulls away.
“You guys are so gross,” Sarada scoffs as she emerges from the hall, smiling at them as she bumps her hip to Sakura’s and pauses to lean up and kiss Sasuke-kun’s cheek.
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yes, hello, it is i, the les. bc of some stuff involving ppl being stingy and not tipping in the most expensive city, i am in dire need to open writing commission bc i need the money to buy things. not video games. it's not for video games. i mean what.
so, like, at some point i did the writing. do we remember that? good times, amirite? i mean, i think sometimes it was good. sure. so if, like, you want some of that good mclovin to be yours and only yours, in exchange for pocket money, let's, like, do the thing. let's switch. let's trade.
things i am not willing to write: certain characters. certain ships.
things i am willing to write: a lot of stuff, actually.
(sass aside: naruto, ffxv, dbz--literally ask me, i think there’s a possibility of me being able to)
pricing is like this: for every 1k word, it’s going to be 10 dollars. meaning that if i write you a 3k fic with all your fluff and whatnot, to your heart’s desire, it’ll be $30.
sample of my writing: something something something character a dies, character b is traumatized, blood everywhere boom boom pow.
I am willing to work with people’s OCs if provided enough information. Honestly, if you’re interested but think I won’t or can’t do something, talk to me, we can work it out and I’m easy at coming to an even ground with someone.
awesomesauce. here's my paypal ([email protected]) if you're in. shoot me a message, on here, or email me on that email ^, with your fandom, your characters/ship, prompts and then we can see the kind of magic i produce. and like. if i can't produce magic, bc we all know i'm kind of a big barrel of trash, i will refund you and probably cry an apology for the rest of the year.
but i will probably give you magic. bc i want the cash. so you will get magic. pls, help me i'm poor.
with that said!! i’m willing to open seven slots so yeah!! help me i’m poor.
SKETCHES:
Portrait - 5€
Full Body - 10€
Background - +5€
More characters - +5€ per char.
> I can draw those digital OR in the traditional way. It's up to you!
OUTLINES / INK:
Portrait - 8€
Full Body - 13€
Background - +5€
More characters - +5€ per char.
COLOURED (watercolours):
Portrait - 10€
Full Body - 15€
Background - +5€
More characters - +5€ per char.
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You'll get the art in a digital way! I can send it directly to your email or upload it to imageshack and send you the link ^^
But I can send you the original + signature + little thank-you-letter (maybe filled with random doodles hehe) too for 5€ more + porto :)
I draw nearly everything.
Except for mature stuff (porn), pokemon and ponies (I simply suck at this ugh).
And no shota!
