Welcome!!

Spots to find me at:

• Tumblr
• Bluesky
• Discord
• Ko-fi
• ACG

• I use Ko-fi for payments! (this is a link)

(I am open to using alternatives if Ko-fi isn't an option for people)

About me!

FAQ:

What do you use to draw!?
I draw on a PC with a Huion Kamvas Pro 24 tablet and Clip Studio Paint EX.
My pixel-ly art is on Microsoft Paint and then upscaled for quality.Can I use your art for [XYZ]?
I am A-OK with my artwork being used for pfps, banners, edits, wallpapers, and so on, with credit greatly preferred but not mandatory!Can I post your art on [website]?
I am fine with crossposts on platforms like Pinterest, Reddit, etc. So long there is clear credit and a link to my original post! Also send me a link to it so I can see what people are saying!!!Where all can I follow you?
Tumblr, Tiktok, and Bluesky are the only social media I post my artwork on at the moment.
I refuse to post on Instagram or Twitter.If you try to look me up on Instagram, you'll find an old archived account with my art from 2016-2021. Aka from when I was a terminally online homeschooled teenager.

I do not recommend looking at it. It's bad, man.

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(If you wanna get to this page without going through an entire vn, just slap #nsfwcomminfo on the home url)
(I worked hard on that vn bit though... just saying...)

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Original Work + Character Designs

Fanart

Commissioned Work

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• >turn around

You turn around. You see shelves that someone clearly doesn't care enough to keep stocked. Beyond the aisles is a doorframe, but the room inside is obscured by a beaded curtain. Curiousity starts to ebb at your gut. What could be behind that curtain? Your mind drifts off and you forget what you came to this store for. What do they even sell here? You blank completely, almost like someone couldn't be bothered to expand upon this idea farther than the bare minimum. Nonetheless, your curiosity is getting the best of your better judgement.

• >Walk closer

You step closer, and you are able to make out two things between the gaps of the beads. The first, a sign on the wall. "18+" ...You really want to know what's going on in here now. The other, arguably more important, thing you notice is a person inside the room. They appear to be walking closer. You get a bad feeling. "I shouldn't be here", You tell yourself. Your better judgement is entirely compromised by this point; however, your brain is screaming at you to turn back. From what little of their silhouette you can make out, you notice they're taller than you. Immediately, you are further intimidated. You aren't sure why you're so nervous. The feeling of not belonging, perhaps. The feeling you should not be here, that this is not a place for you. You stand completely still in front of the beaded curtains, frozen in place. Sweat collects at your brow while lead weighs down on your shoes, all while you helplessly watch the figure approach at a glacial pace.

• >Do nothing

You brace for impact as the figure finally reaches the curtains. A hand outstretches from inside. The beads click and clatter as they're effortlessly, weightlessly, pushed to the side. The imposing handsome and/or beautiful figure reveals themselves. They slouch down and lean forward to meet your eyes. Any introductory words you could muster get stuck in your throat. You are visibly nervous. Are you shaking? You can't tell. Your heart beats out of your chest as alarms fire in your head.Mentally, you ask yourself "Why am I so goddamn nervous?" but your brain is too scrambled to answer your own question. You have been making unbroken eye contact for roughly 6 seconds - far too long - its wholly awkward now. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. You avert your eyes - latching onto blurry shelves behind them. What little you can see of their contents are exactly what you expected - you know exactly what's being sold here. The confirmation calms you down only slightly until your peripheral vision catches the stranger opening their mouth.'"Hey uhh... you good? You're staring like a deer in the headlights."You start mentally combing through every god of every religion you can think of, praying for mercy to every single one. Your curiosity has put you in the worst situation a human could endure: an awkward interaction with an employee at the store. It's been 9 seconds since the stranger spoke. You have to say something.

• >"Can I um... come in?"

"That depends..." They respond immediately, with a chuckle.
You feel so pathetic. Are you falling head over heels for a stranger you met 24 seconds ago? Are you just mesmerized and enamored by their overwhelming handsomeness and/or beauty? Are you just going through a lot in your personal life right now and it's all culminated to a nuclear meltdown being unknowingly triggered by a sex shop employee? Whatever. You're asking yourself too many questions and further overwhelming yourself - shockingly you have the capacity to be further overwhelmed in the first place. Its been 26 seconds. You are going to hell. You are a heretic and you are gonna be boiled alive in hell. You barely process their chuckling, watching in horror as their mouth opens once again:"I'm gonna have to see your ID real quick, can't have kids seein' stuff they shouldn't. Little bastards' parents'll blame me and try to sue."Their featherweight words reach your ears and turn to lead. You are going to die. You are going to die standing in the doorframe of this unnamed store. This is the most embarassing moment of your life. All the decisions in your life have butterfly effected you into this very moment. The paths have no choice but to diverge.You have to make... a Decision.Obviously, you know how old you are. You just have to answer honestly.

• >"Y-yeah... I'm uh... I'm over 18. Uh... h- here you um... go."
• >"Ah- n- no. I... didn't realize this was... um... I- I'm sorry."

You trip over your words, proverbial shoelaces tied together, but you were coherent enough. You mindlessly, effortlessly, weightlessly, reach in your wallet to grab your ID. You don't even process your own actions. Completely at the mercy of your own subconscious and muscle memory."Alright sweet, looks good! Don't sweat it and get all embarassed about bein' in here. Store's dead at this hour. 'Lotta people're nervous the first time they come in. Whether its shame or guilt or whatever, it's none'a my business. I'm just here to pay the bills"They laugh once again, you count four "Ha"s total. Each one picks up the lead weights off your shoes and shoulders and guides you beyond the beaded barrier. It's... exactly what you expected. Shelves upon shelves of magazines, pictures, and DVDs, all with scantily clad men, women, and the occasional anthropomorphic wolf. You notice an entire wall of "toys" and "clothes", if you could call them that. You're desensitized to that, at least.Stepping further in, your eyes lock onto the counter - of which the handsome and/or beautiful individual that let you in here has seemingly teleported behind in the 9 seconds your eyes were occupied scanning the room. They glance at you and wordlessly hand you a print-out for personalized artwork commissions... of the NSFW variety. They smile as you take the sheet. Their eyes then focus onto a laptop behind the counter. They click around for a moment before they begin typing veraciously and pausing intermittently, pondering for a moment, then continuing their onslaught on the keyboard.They must be writing something - hopefully something profound and intelligent and not fucking stupid like a VN about themselves working the counter at a sex shop - all just to advertise their NSFW commissions on their own goddamn site. That would be ridiculous. Who the fuck would do that? What the fuck kind of stupid bit is this? What the fuck am I doing? This bit sucks.

• > "The visual novel bit and 4th wall break has ran its course dude. Just show me your goddamn prices already."

Your head drops to the ground, staring at your nondescript shoes. You refuse to allow the stranger a moment to respond to you before you're running out of the room. Why is there a sex shop inside a different store? Who's bright idea was that?God. You feel so stupid. Your face is covered in sweat and your lungs heave as you run. Run. Run. You are far away from the store before you lay down and process everything that just happened.Maybe you'll come back when you're older, but realistically you'll repress this memory and completely disregard this as an opportunity to grow and change as a person. This sucks. Your gut twists as every moment plays in 8k Ultra HD in your memory, and you can't find the remote to shut it off.You are snapped out of your self-loathing trance as your phone buzzes incessantly. The sensation is miserable in your hand. Someone is calling you. You don't bother looking at who could be calling, and you answer."Y/N?" You dont recognize the voice.
"Yeah" you respond, trying not to sound out of breath.
"Yo you were running like... fast as fuck down the street."
"Can I... ask who this... is" Your lungs betray you.
"Am I not in your contacts or something? Dude, its [KSSSHK-]"
The line drops, and in the silence you realize you have gotten completely sidetracked.What were you doing again?
Right, you were looking to buy art!

• > "This bit is getting old just take me to the SFW prices page already."

No links yet because these things take time to manufacture and ship HOWEVER I have mockups!!!!!
And im working on new stuff literally daily!!!!!

i cant link to my profile bcus discord sucks anyways if u wanna contact me on there the @ is freezerburning

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