#Comfort commissions open

[mrsdesade]

mischievous goddess;

where's all my Marvel fellows??? I missed ya!

here's a late night sketch of my one and only 💚 this lady Loki was also a useful inking technique practice, not my favourite method but still very cool!

you can find my Loki merch here If you like !!

[kriskukko]

some rp related stuff i drew on a whim, feat. me and friends' characters -- a bunch of rogue knights half of which are also legit wizards

[comfort-character-central]

Hey everyone! Due to bill increases (and general life's stuff, we know how that goes) I've decided to re-open commissions on ko-fi! Below in this photo are the options I have (comfort character letters and personalized scenarios), but you can also take a look at my page here! I am also accepting tips so if you don't want to buy a commission but want to support me another way, that works too! You're not obligated to buy anything by any means and I'll still continue posting as usual, but I wanted to throw that option out there for those who do/can. Thank you so much for reading and have a good one!

[painthorseblues]

he talks too much. should shadow shut him up? Commissions

[ca-8]

"Thank You, Angel..." (Part 1 of ???)

Silence screamed.

Drops of decay either echoed in the distance or fell inches from his withered nose. They aided in the cackles and chirps and growls that erupted from within each shadow. Each shadow that held home of the little critters with those little desperate, famished white eyes and wide toothless grins ready to devour anything with even a hint of a pulse. And when those critters couldn't stand the empty pits of their stomachs, those cackles and chirps and growls and drops of decay sang along with the tormenting squelches and tears of his miserly flesh ripping off and into those widened, toothless grins. And when they were done, after hours of slow, burning agony and screaming filling their stomachs, and the decay hushed to sleep as those horrible little critters scurried off toward their master -

silence screamed.

DogDay hated it all. He hated each sound of falling wood or concrete or spare intestine hitting the floor. He despised the critter's sounds as they drew near. But most of all, he hated the silence, because it was a constant reminder that his friends were gone and no hope gave a breath.

All alone. Always alone. With nothing but a wonder as to when he would finally draw his last breath.

Poppy's words once gave him back a lifelike glimmer. She speculated that someone had to come back here to save them all, an ex-worker, a total stranger -

an Angel, perhaps.

Just someone, anyone who can release them of this constant, lingering, rotting despair.

But so much time has passed. DogDay lost count at…he didn't even know, it's just been years and years and years, perhaps even decades. An eternity of this sickening silence since the day their revolutionary feast took place.

That glimmer was smothered out long ago.

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Were those footsteps?

Not the little pitter-patter of those godforsaken critters, no - human footsteps. They were distant, but carefully drew near. As they closed the distance, a shriek from those little monsters echoed throughout the prison.

DogDay's head perked up, but only slightly. If he had a little more energy he'd call out for help, and more certainty too. Maybe he was finally going mad. Maybe what's left inside his head is feeding him false hope with these made up sounds hinting to a rescue.

No, not a rescue. Whatever he had left was drowned in the past.

His head slumped back down, and critter's shrieks halted. But the footsteps grew closer. DogDay didn't want to remove his gaze from the floor and risk disappointment, he knew it was nothing, that even if someone managed to sneak in here, there was no way they would survive this hell. He knew that thing was right, no one was coming to save-

"Oooooh nooo…"

His head sprung up, earning a little gasp from a

a human. An actual human, standing right there in front of him. It - They - couldn't be a hallucination, could it?

No. No hallucination. No human either. With how those lights beamed down on their glowing, moving skin and illuminating the life in those eyes, this was a blessing from Above. "Hello…?"

DogDay realized they were inching closer, but he was too stunned to flinch or tell them to get away. He could only voice his stagger.

"You…You're Poppy's Angel," he choked out through his voice box. "Come to save us…!"

The Angel blinked. "Uh, yeah…" Their eyes were widened; no surprise, anyone not too familiar with this decrepit place would be shocked to see him like this. A pathetic, filthy excuse of a dog wasting away. That's what they were thinking. They had to be. "Nothing left to save, not here…" He held his head back down.

"What're you talking about?" Their voice was as sweet as honey, so filled with life.

"You're in CatNap's home, Angel. Their home." Just saying that thing's name left a disgusting bittersweet taste in DogDay's mouth, but he was given a second chance at being useful, he had to take it.

"A million of pairs of eyes are on you right now," he continued. "Watching…waiting….hungry." A faint spark of terror flooded the (e/c) in those beautiful, breathing eyes. "They want nothing more than to crawl beneath your skin and eat away at you bit by little bit." He spat out the last word before heaving in a gasp. "…fill what feels empty inside themselves."

"I-Is that…what happened to you, DogDay….?" they asked, eyeing the bitter remains of his lower half.

They knew his name. He appreciated that, although couldn't express it too much. "I'm afraid so, Angel. Because of…that…that thing. CatNap. The Prototype is his god, and this is what he does to heretics."

The Angel snuck a glance at the darkened hallway outside their halo and quickly returned their gaze to DogDay. He continued.

"These little toys follow CatNap to avoid that very fate, and in return, they are fed." DogDay coughed. Black substance spewed out of his mouth and onto the floor. "We tried to fight it, the Prototype's control. I'm…the last of the smiling cri-"

His right arm fell to his side.

…Wait.

DogDay's ears bucked up and he turned to his side. His right arm dangled heavily right by his torso, and the belts that were supposed to be supporting it up to the ceiling were cut short. His gaze whirled to his left side and saw the Angel reaching up to cut off the other belts.

"Angel! Wh-Wh-What're you doing?" he frantically yelped, swinging his torso back and forth.

"Sorry to cut your speech-thing off so quickly, but I think we may have a problem!"

It was at that moment DogDay heard the heightening shrills and screeches from the critters. A sharp chill ran down him and his heart stopped. They were coming; so many were coming! Coming for him! He was about to die if they couldn't get away!

"Angel, please, go! Leave me! Save yourself!" he pleaded desperately. A growl erupted right next to his ear, and DogDay turned to come face-to-face with a miniature Bobby Bearhug. A scream almost escaped his throat until a small flare flew past his face and shot mini Bobby back into the darkness.

"I'm sorry, but could you stop moving so much? This is hard enough as it is!" As they said that, their knife (which he noticed was strangely colorfully patched together) cut through the first of the two left belts. His body darted right towards the floor, but not until Angel caught him with their arm.

"Angel PLEASE! I beg you!" Tears pricked his empty sockets. The shrills were so loud they might as well be on top of them.

But the Angel kept their gaze glued onto the last belt, and as soon as mini CraftyCorn entered the cell, he was finally free.

The Angel hopped down and kicked mini CraftyCorn back into DogDay's worst nightmare: a sea of predators mirroring his friend's appearances. The Angel spun around and ran the opposite direction.

"Don't worry, I got yo- OOOOOO-!!!" The floor collapsed beneath them, and they landed right onto the bottom floor. Well, more like the Angel fell right onto the floor with DogDay cushioned safely on top of them.

This couldn't possible get any worse.

DogDay tried turning his head. "Angel? Are you okay? I'm so sorry! I-I didn't mean it! I didn't mean for this to happen! I swear!" He wanted to get off of them to ease whatever pain they were in, but his arms were held up for so long, he could barely even feel anything in them anymore. 'Pathetic! I'm pathetic!'

"I'm fine…I think-!" The Angel got up and sprinted to the end of the hallway. "Just don't look back!"

They held DogDay in a position where his only option was to look back. Snuggled tightly underneath their arm, he watched as a tsunami of critters dashed towards them, snarling with hunger. Hunger for him and his Angel.

He whimpered loudly until they spun him around. "Sorry-! Sorry! I got you!" A flash of another critter was summoned to the right, then suddenly wished away by the bright flash of the Angel's flare. DogDay couldn't do anything, only let his heart squeeze and whimper at the sudden sight of painful reminders until they're blown away by the Angel. He looked up, their gaze was locked forward, doing what he should be doing.

But he couldn't. He was worthless. Just like that day.

The poor withered dog squeezed his eyes shut. He couldn't watch anymore. If it weren't for his weak arms, he would cover his ears as the screams of the damned drew ever so near, or maybe do something actually useful. He felt himself get heaved up and a sudden wind blew against his tattered face. Then, he was lowered, and the Angel gasped for air.

Where were they going? Was there even an exit? He couldn't look. He didn't want to look. If he opened his eyes he would only see the Angel get devoured and it would be all his fault.

It wasn't until they were both thrusted into the air that his eyes were finally forced open. Below them was a deep pit of darkness with the critters nearing the edge they hurled over. For a second, he thought they had jumped towards an everlasting sleep, until the Angel landed right onto a lift.

The door shut behind them, and devastating shrills and shrieks were muffled. They were….safe. DogDay was safe, and the Angel didn't die. He hadn't killed them after all.

The Angel gently lowered him onto the floor of the lift and pressed the button to lower them back into, if he could remember correctly….Playcare. They collapsed onto the floor, and the thud snapped him back to reality.

"Angel! Are you okay? Are you hurt? I'm so sorry!" DogDay tried to haul himself towards them until they let out a strange chuckle.

"That…holy shit. That was awesome! But also terrifying. And tiring. God, my legs, I'll be surprised if I can even walk once we get down there. What were those things? You called them critters? I kinda feel bad for thinking they were kinda cute now, SHEESH those little devils were relentless!"

The Angel went on and on and on and…not a hint of anger was on their face. DogDay only stared at them in disbelief. They hopped on their knees and leaned closer to him, making him flinch.

"Anyways, are you okay? I don't know why you're asking me, you're clearly the one who needs help here! How long have you been down here? Actually don't answer that. What happened to you-? Wait, wait, don't answer that either, sorry!"

"You…." He finally choked out something. "You…saved me."

"…Well yeah!" A big smile graced their lips. How were they glowing even brighter than before?

"You…You saved me…!"

"….Yeah! Go team!"

Something was building up in his throat. More tears streamed down his face, but there weren't any rivers of regret or disappointment or self-hatred… DogDay leaned into his Angel's chest.

"Oh, hello!" they said cheerfully.

DogDay sniffed and looked up, and for once, a big, genuine smile filled his face. "Thank you, Angel…! Thank you so much!"

They froze there for a second, and their stunned expression melted to that of warmth. He felt their hands wrap around him and gently caress his back. Nothing could ever feel more soothing.

Softly, they giggled. "Hey, call me (Y/n), alright? You're giving me too much credit." ͙۪۪̥ ͙ ♡𐡘 𐡘 𐡘 𐡘♡ ͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙ ♡𐡘 𐡘 𐡘 𐡘♡ ͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙ ♡𐡘 𐡘 𐡘 𐡘♡ ͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙ ♡𐡘 𐡘 𐡘 𐡘♡ ͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙

Hey guys! Like what ya saw? Well you can commission your own private piece now!! Read more about that here! Thanks so much for reading, and have a great day!~ 💜💜💜

[warmfuzzyanimal]

my first ever completely-from-scratch CPM model! it's my sweet ol' piglin, melora! 🐷 she's got toggleable bandages, emissive eyes & lantern, and, most importantly, sick dance moves.

[ressioo]

Yes im posting about commissions again, sue me lmao. Dont have an official post for em yet anyway

But yeah! Trying to get money for a tablet to draw in bed with, hopefully. And maybe to spoil the pets. So, commissions. Decided that doing them wasn't the worst, so i've opened up more options that aren't locked to slugcats. Headshots and fullbodies. Not completely sure about fullbody prices just yet, i might raise em if i feel its warranted. Shall be seen

But yeah gimmie your guys to draw. Especially good at murder cats (thank you warrior cats phase)

I can make your cats into little fuckin creatures like this. Its my favourite activity. Mine and sponty's cats btw

Ive actually got quite a few doodles of em, i should share em more

[the--rebel--fae]

May i have a platonic one shot between alastor x mother!reader? BUT MAKE IT ANGST

Like dude goes with vaggie and charlie to heaven sees his mom and shes horrified

Or it can be fluff if you want shes like overjoyed and moved to tears about seeing her baby boy again 😭 i apologize if this is weird i just need more of this man and his mom

A/n Hello my dear! No, it's not a weird request at all! I think it was actually quite sweet! Now, I hope you don't mind I did a mix of the two so hurt/comfort. Annnd Alastor might be a little ooc here, but I mean c'mon, he's seeing his mama for the first time in centuries. That'd make anyone soft. Anyhoot! On to the story!

Pairing: (Platonic) Alastor x Mom! reader

TW: None! Unless you count Hurt/comfort as a warning

Word Count: 802

Forever and Always

When Alastor asked to come with her and Vaggie to the meeting in heaven, to say she was uncertain was the understatement of the year. Hell, Vaggie was deadset against it. But Alastor was insistent. But it wasn’t his usual “Simply for entertainment!” excuse. He had this look on his face that was very un-Alastor-like. It was almost thoughtful to the point of seeming…hopeful or wistful. 

But as she and Vaggie looked at the scene before them, both with surprised looks on their faces, it made sense. It even made Charlie believe that Alastor wasn't as cruel as he tried to put on.

“Al? I-is that really you, my boy?” You said as you slowly stepped forward. You just barely came out of Heaven’s grocery store when you saw a group of people being led by Sera and Emily. One you recognized as Lucifer’s daughter–the resemblance was uncanny. And another must be her partner, with how she looks at Lucifer’s daughter. But the third person is what caused your heart to skip a beat. Could it really be? After all a mother never forgets her children.

For once Alastor dropped his usual uncanny smile that everyone was used to for a much softer one. Even the usual radio static was nowhere to be found in his voice. “Hello, mother.” He said softly.

“Mother?!” Everyone in the group exclaimed. 

“Now it makes sense why he wanted to come up with us Vaggie! Aww.” Charlie said.

Vaggie nodded but the stunned look never left her features. “Yea, I guess so.”

Sera cleared her throat. “Ehem, we’ll take our leave for now, but when you're done, just head straight to the building up ahead and the angel at the front desk will send for us. Come along, Emily.” She said as she gently pushed the now happily squealing seraphin forward.

You gave a nod of acknowledgment to Sera before coming to a stop in front of your son. You looked him over and felt tears prick in your eyes. “Oh Alastor, sweetie. You–you went to hell, didn’t you? And don’t you lie to me boy, I can see it plain as day with those clothes of yours.”

Alastor let out a sigh. He was looking forward to seeing his mother again, but this part? Not so much. “Not a thing could pass you, could it ma? Yes, I did indeed go to hell, but I can tell you I am thriving, why my radio broadcast is a complete hit down there!”

You let out a sigh of your own. You never would have thought that your precious boy would have ended up down there. You had a feeling in your gut that that might have been the case as the years went by and you didn’t see hide or hair of him up in heaven. “What could have you possibly done to end up in a place like that Alastor? I know I raised you better.”

Charlie and Vaggie both cringed at those words, he was definitely getting the old-fashioned parental scolding. But what they saw next, both Charlie and Vaggie wouldn’t have believed it if they didn’t see it for themselves. 

Alastor was frowning. 

Alastor looked down at the ground but then up at his mother’s face. He had to tell her. Maybe not all of it, but at least what started it all. Besides, who really wants to tell their beloved mother they became a serial killer? Not him. “I killed him, mother. I killed Father so he couldn’t hurt anyone ever again.” He met his mother's eyes practically begging her to understand. “I won’t apologize for it, he deserved it. For what he did to you, to us and he would have done it to multiple people that disgraceful–”

Before Alastor could finish his rant though he was cut off by the warmth of his mother's arms wrapped around him. His eyes widened in surprise. She was hugging him?

“I understand honey. Now I don’t approve of what you did and it saddens me you ended up down there, but no matter what I am your mother and I will always love you. Forever and always.”

Alastor felt his breath catch in his throat at his mother’s words. Forever and Always. That’s what they used to always say to each other back when he was alive. I will love you forever and always. He had to take a deep breath and shove any and all of his emotions back down to where they came from. He was still the Radio Demon for crying out loud! He had an image to keep. 

But he did hug his mother back. Because in this moment he wasn’t the Radio Demon. He was just his mother’s son. “Thank you, Mother. I love you forever and always.”

Hope you enjoyed the story! I'm usually not the best at angst, but I feel like I did pretty well on this one! Plus it's always fun making a not-so-soft character actually have a heart hehe.

And if you guys want even more stories--like maybe your own personalized several-page long one-shots or even a multi-chap fic take a look at my Etsy Shop! I do commissions! I even have listings for Hazbin Hotel!

[storytellermp3]

https://ko-fi.com/c/54c6f4cf97

just as a reminder i do these! digital letters from your comfort character/blorbo/f/o or whoever you want! you can get one through ko-fi or also just dm me and you can pay through paypal or cashapp if you prefer!

id love to write something for your favorite characters! and i will do my best to do research and follow what you tell me about them to keep them as in character as possible! also im willing to write any type of relationship or have any themes present in the letter! just let me know!

[vellichorsdesire]

my selfship commissions are open!

all information and prices are above, it’s important to note though that all of these prices have two characters as the default!! if you’re interested, feel free to dm me on here (or on discord, which has the same username!) i’d be happy to answer any questions as well : D

i also have a kofi if you feel much more comfortable requesting from there… i offer another option that i didn’t add to the commission sheet above, a doodle page!

UPDATED 9/5/24: slots are down to 2-3 ONLY…! if you are interested in when my commissions will be open again, i can put you on a waitlist!

you can view my commission queue here on trello!

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taglist (thank you so much 🫶 thank you as well to @idolyuris & @yuutx for letting me use their selfship as art examples!! ):

@kazenomegaminowanpisu @scrunkalicious @milkmallow28 @hauntedhallwayzzz

[artifexvigen]

Hopping on the trend

[abatilus]

Two Dead Space x Destiny crossover commissions

[hellstolgic]

doodle

[awaina]

BSD men x S/O after an exhausting day •ू♡ (pt.1)

Characters: Dazai Osamu, Fyodor Dostoevsky

Summary: The reader starts to get completely exhausted from the everyday trials and the following characters help s/o through it all.

Genre: fluffy comfort

COMISSIONS -> open

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Dazai Osamu:

You have a balanced relationship with your adorable boyfriend, Dazai. But there's still something wrong with you right now. During school time, a lot of bad thoughts go through your mind and you feel like you can't handle them all on your own. You don't dare ask for help because you don't want to bother Dazai, as you know how busy he is at the agency.

Your boyfriend saw that something was wrong with you, but he didn't dare to ask directly what was wrong. He always tried to cheer you up with his stupid jokes, but it only helped for those moment.

When you got home, you immediately ran to your shared bedroom with Dazai. This was unusual for your boyfriend because you usually give each other a big hug at the door and walk into your living room talking to each other. He knew something was wrong with you. You closed the door on yourself, and this scared your belove even more. You were so exhausted and upset, you ran your fingers through your hair and started to cry.

When Dazai heard this, his heart broke. A lot of thoughts ran through him. "Did someone hurt you?" "If that's true, are you injured?" or "Did he do something that hurt you?". But he quickly dismissed those thoughts and focused on you. Dazai somehow opened the door and slowly began to approach you. He wasn't sure if you wanted to talk to him, so he sat next to you on the edge of the bed. "Belladona, look at me. Sweetheart, can you take a few deep breaths for me?" Dazai gently tries to get your to look at him while also rubbing your head. "It will be fine, you're safe, alright? Nothing can hurt us. We're just gonna sit here for as long as you want and you can cry as much as you need to. You're safe with me honey...".

Dazai successfully calmed you down enough that you were able to tell him what happened to you. He listened carefully and together you looked for a solution to your problems. He could see that you were very exhausted. "I want to spend more time with you.. Dazai." Dazai chuckles. "Well, I was hoping to ask you that, love. What would you like to do with me?~" he leans back a little bit and puts one of his hands on your leg while the other is gently stroking you back.

You were a little embarrassed by the question, you blushed. After a while, you mutter to Dazai "I want to cuddle with you.. and watch a movie." He smiles and brings his hand up your leg. "That sounds lovely, darling." "I have the perfect movie for us. It's my favorite, actually. But only if you're comfortable with it. You don't have to watch it if you don't want to, my precious~ ". He seems eager to cuddle and watch the movie with you. "I'll keep you safe, alright? Nothing bad is going to happen, I promise." Your adorable boyfriend suddenly picked you up and headed towards the living room. He placed you on the sofa and kissed your forehead. He walked towards the door, put on his long brown coat and left. You stared at the door in surprise, wondering why he could have left.

After about 20 minutes, your loving boyfriend appeared at the door, holding your favorite snack, flowers and lots of soft toys. Your eyes widened and you immediately ran to him and hugged him. Dazai almost dropped his gifts for you. He put a smile on your face with that. "Thank you, Dazai!" He smiled. "Anything for my Belladona~". You helped him unpack and looked at everything he bought for you with sparkling eyes. While Dazai looked for the movie you two were going to watch, you prepared the snacks. You made yourself comfortable on the sofa in the living room, resting your head on his chest as he stroked your head. You started watching the movie and he kissed your cheek, you buried your head in his chest. Dazai chuckled. "I love you so much, my love." You spoke up angrily. "I love you too you idiot!"

The two of you enjoyed the movie while hugging each other. You felt carefree around him and you always reassured each other.

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Fyodor Dostoevsky:

You and Fyodor have been in a relationship for a very long time, but you don't understand each other very well. Perhaps because it is difficult for him to understand other people's emotions and to express his own.

When he picked you up from school you felt very bad, but you tried not to show it, because you know that Fyodor is not the ace of emotions. One of his servants drove the car while the two of you got into the back seat. Your boyfriend placed one hand on your thigh and began stroking. You slapped his hand aggressively before turning away and staring out the window. "What did I get this for?" You didn't answer for a while, then muttered to him. "Don't touch me, anyway I didn't ask you to come for me!". For the rest of the way home, the two of you sat next to each other in silence, only the classical music playing on the radio broke the silence.

When you got home, Fyodor would have tried to talk to you, but instead you closed the door on yourself and hid in your book. He didn't really know what to do now. You read your book with sadness and after a while you got bored of it. You laid down in the bed you shared with Fyodor and pressed the pillow to your face and started sobbing. You tried quietly, but it's quite difficult to hide anything from him, he'll find out soon anyway. You heard his footsteps approaching the door, so you quickly tried to wipe away your tears so it wouldn't look like you were crying. He stopped in the doorway and just stared at you. "You don't want to talk to me about what happened, milaya?". You buried your head in the pillow and turned away from him. Fyodor laid down on the bed and hugged your waist from behind. You felt an unexpected warmth and comfort emanating from him. You turned around and buried your head in his chest so he wouldn't see your teary face. You've never felt this way before. Your mind was filled with many thoughts "Why does it make me feel like this?" "Why have I never experienced anything like this before?" "It is so comforting and makes me feel safe..." A sense of calm permeated your entire body.

You felt guilty about the way you spoke to him earlier, so you mumbled to him "Don't be angry with the way I treated you earlier, I didn't mean it, I'm just going through a hard time." You start to sob. Fyodor strokes your hair and smiles gently. "My love, don't cry-" He kisses your forehead and gently pulls you close, whispering - "It's alright, I'm here to tell you that everything is okay". Your boyfriend puts a finger over your lips. "I know... I know you didn't mean it". You know how difficult it is for him to understand other people's feelings. But now it was somehow different, it seemed that he was trying very hard to please you and help you through this difficult time. "I'm here for you whenever you need me, okay?" You also hug him while he caresses your face and sings you his favorite Russian nursery rhyme. You slowly fall asleep and your boyfriend stares at you admiringly until his eyes close from exhaustion.

The two of you clear things up the next morning. Your days were average, Fyodor did office work, in which you also helped him. He prepared a surprise for you for the evening. Book a table for the two of you in a really classy and rich restaurant, where your favorite food and drinks will be served to you. If he's not good with emotions, he can really spoil you with his money. "Thank you Fyodor for bringing me to such a beautiful place." He looked amused. "Of course, milaya. I only want the best for you."

All in all, Fyodor is a very caring and protective boyfriend who tries his best to spoil his one precious darling.

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[teller-of-tragedies]

the morning after

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btw2 tnx have a lovely day bye

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[nanaken330]

(hands shaking) motivate me to finish this WIP pls, DO I CONTINUE THIS OR NOT

*pic is under the cut cuz im shy, also pls follow me on twitter cuz its so quiet in there my acc is basically a graveyard;;;

*I made this with fem!Oc in mind who's also somewhat related to Gojo so yeah, another white haired girlie with blue eyes BUT MUCH CALMER THAN THAT MENACE (affectionate)