Hi, boys and girls!!
I need money to avoid to weigh on my parents' shoulders in this time, so I'm going to propose you simply and cheap commissions.
Busts sketches or drabbles for only 3$!!
I'll show you some example.

Notes:

I'm not english or american, but I'm good into writing.
So, I can write in ENGLISH and ITALIAN.

What I don't write about or draw:

-sex scenes (ok with a bust is almost impossible...),
-gore (bloody scenes are ok, but not so much BLOODY),
-machines,
-animals.

I'm ok with:

-Fanart,
-fanfictions (fluff, angst, a bit horror, comedy... ask)
-original characters,
-shounen ai,
-shoujo ai,
-het pairings,
-crack pairings,
-gijinka,
-no couples writing,
-Bloody or battle scenes.
JUST ASK ^^


After us the road goes on forever (Ita and Eng)After us the road goes on forever
«Garraty! Garraty! Garraty!»
Le ovazioni della folla riecheggiavano in lontananza come ululati feroci attutiti da una solida lastra di vetro infrangibile. Ovunque fossero, qualunque cosa facessero, Garraty poteva sentirsi sicuro sul fatto che, no, non l'avrebbero preso. Non si sarebbe fermato e non sarebbe stato ammonito di nuovo.
Doveva solo continuare a muovere le gambe, trascinare i piedi, scacciare le mani che tentavano disperatamente di trattenerlo.
Volevano ucciderlo!
La figura davanti a lui si era voltata, ma era troppo lontano per capire chi fosse. Era sempre troppo lontano, sempre davanti a lui. Vaga ed eterea, irraggiungibile e onnipresente. Quando credeva di averla raggiunta, lei accelerava, mettendo un passo dietro l'altro fra se e lui.
Forse era il coniglio!
Il coniglio di Stebbins, ovvero Stebbins stesso! Ma lui camminava sempre alle sue spalle come un avvoltoio bramoso di carogne. Si voltò per accertarsi che fosse là  What I don't know nowWhat I don't know now
What I don't know now is what I'm feeling at this time.
If despair or be relieved, because you used me, Astamon. You moved me like a puppet and thrown me away, nevertheless you were not you anymore, who knows from when…
If there's one thing that really hurts, it's not knowing who I knew, because I don't want to believe I opened my heart to a stranger.
And if you were there, still alive somewhere in Quartzmon's body, I haven't noticed it. I was too taken from myself to realize about that hand that obscured my senses, of that little clues maybe you gave me.
Of your requests for help …
That 's what destroys me, Astamon!
Did I never know you?
Will I know you?
I just know that I miss you and who knows, if there is a future, if it can be like what's already been. If you'll revive again, will you want to meet me? Will you remember me? Or should we start from scratch? Will you be as you were? Or even that was just a mask?
For now I can't help but play the