K Lemiscus

Hobby Artist, Streamer, Singer, Voice Actor, Writer

Commission

Commissions are temporarily closed until further notice.Sketch Commission Price Range: $30 - $60 for personal use.
Terms of service are here. Examples below.

Designs and assets will be on case-by-case basis and may accompany the commissioned art as needed, or be its own thing. Examples below.Clothing Asset 1 / Clothing Asset 2 / Page Design 1 / Page Design 2 / Page Design 3

Commission

IF OPEN
Currently open to sketch commissions. Examples below.
Price Range: $30 - $60 for personal use.
Before commissioning, please read terms of service here.
DM me at @KLemiscus if interested, or have other inquiries.
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IF CLOSED
Commissions slots are full at this time. Reopen ETA TBD.
Price Range: $15 - $50 for personal use.
Terms of services are here. Examples below.

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Terms of service

In consideration of the mutual agreement made for any project submissions, both parties (Client and K) agree as follows:1) The project will be completed within a reasonable, non-rush schedule to be determined, where possible, and mutually agreed upon at the start of the project. Late or weekend hours incurred to accommodate additional compressed deadlines, if needed, will be negotiated separately. Schedule will assume timely review and response by client of all deliverables.2) The client will share the following information:- Project Usage
- Details of the Project, including character information, poses, references, colors, background, etc
- File dimensions
- Client's contact information
- Additional information that may be relevant to the project, such as deadlines, questions, etcFailure to provide sufficient information may lead to the project being rejected.3) Only the client has full authority to provide and obtain all necessary information, including sketches, revisions, and approvals throughout this project. If the client has someone on their behalf to authorize, please communicate this to K.4) Payment will be done through Ko-Fi/Paypal, and will require 40% of the estimated payment upfront before initiating. If the deposit paid is higher than the final cost, a refund of the excess will be issued within 3 - 5 business days. Should the project or relationship be terminated for any reason after it is initiated, a kill fee of up to 40% of the initial payment will be taken for compensation of any completed work, and the remaining payment after the kill fee will be refunded within 3 -5 business days. Likewise, if the payment is not received within a reasonable period of time from our communication, the project will be terminated.5) Revisions will be done on a case-by-case basis. If revisions are major enough to warrant a re-draw, this may incur an additional fee of 5 - 25% of the total project cost and will be billed to the final cost.6) The project will be rejected due the following:- NSFW
- Gore
- Hate
- Dehumanize
- Rape
- Extreme fetishes
- NFT usage
- AI art implementation
- Any harassment or improper buyer etiquette to KLikewise, K will suspend all communications if the client chooses to edit, copy, remove signature/logo, or claim K's art as their own.7) K reserves all rights to the project. This includes using samples of the project for publications, streams, portfolios, exhibitions, competitions and other promotional purposes.8) If the project is non-commercial, the client may use the project for personal use. The client may not use the project for reselling purposes, including past, present, or future products, vendors, marketing, advertisements, auctions, and other proprietaries.9) The following credit will be mentioned on all publicity/promotions of this project and/or our relationship, including, but not limited to: streams, videos, social media, blogs, publications, press releases, etc.: Artist: K.Lemiscus

Thank you!

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Offline K: Kaheru Orange
K Drawing & K Boba Animation: Astealle
Full Body K + Icon: Nattsume
Background CGs: Vazurea Studio
Twitch Panel Banner Icons: Nerd or Die🎵
Yuri VN BGM: Vazurea Studio
Game BGM: Glim Music
"Hey Lemi" & Hip Hop BGM: VANJO INVADER
Piano BGM: Grim Cat Piano⚙️
Yuri VN Sponsor: Aikasa Collective
K Pat Emote Rigging: Moe
R35 GTR: Woyshnis Media
Comic/Manga Fonts: BlambotAnd all the amazing fanart and gifts!

My Gaze, Your Survival

General Info
- Rating: M/Mature
- Genres: Age-Gap, College, Drama, Suspense
- Trigger Warnings: Abuse, Suicide Attempt (in future chapter)
- Summary: Story centered around Sayu and her growth and journey in overcoming her issue while meeting others in MMO, running away to those she thought she could trust, only to look at reality in the mirror. Whoever gazes forth would be the one to survive.
- Last updated: 8/9/2025-----------------------------------------------Table of Contents (CTRL+F these to find the section you wish to begin reading)- Prelude
- Part 1
- Part 2
- Part 3-----------------------------------------------PreludePain is not something easy to convey-- something to articulate, to weave into words so intricately and gut-wrenchingly it might nauseate someone. But that’s not what this story is about.It's a story buried underneath lies upon lies until you wonder when the seams break and the gloves come off. And when the lies contain someone using your pain for their own gain, it hurts. When you see someone smile, wearing a mask-- the same mask you had to wear in order to survive, it hurts. You feel their gaze, but it never meets yours. They take your pain and they claim it like it was always theirs to begin with, rendering you invisible.And then you feel it, one pang and two and more. It bleeds, it eats, it infects, and it doesn't stop. The line between lie and truth blurs, and you start to wonder whose pain it is you're holding now.So I stopped using the pen for someone else's sake, and turned my attention to this piece, buried deeply and brightly.For the me that could not scream when I wanted to all those years ago.
For the me that realized companions can be a blessing and a curse.
For the me who’s tired of being a ghost, writing in the dark.
For the me that longed to write this story in 2017.
For the me that wished to gaze upon the mirror to my soul. I present to you--My Gaze, Your Survival.-----------------------------------------------Part 1A resounding smack echoes across the hall as Sayu Ishikawa's body hurls against the wall, her breath taken out of her lungs, scorching hot in her veins as she slides down to the ground. The result of a normal Tuesday's temperamental mess by Sayu's parental figure. He scoffed at the sight, anger threading his bones over... what? A simple act of touching a remote when he wanted it? And for that, Sayu replied with a soundless yelp, unable to scream aloud because it was the same routine, different day.Sayu apologized monotonously, her eyes darkened like those of a black hole, her body trudging out of the living room as her mother came in and scowled at the dad for his actions. But it was never enough, Sayu thought. It wasn't like her mother would contact the police over this; it was an issue the mother thought she could handle herself. The mother would come over to Sayu and say that she'll do anything to protect Sayu.She'd play the role of a savior when she knew that she didn't have power. It was never about what the mother wanted; it was always what he wanted, and that made Sayu sick.A deep breath in. Now two. She moved on to the bedroom, grabbing the first aid kit and carefully moving the bandages across her backside, then her stomach. Rip the end, fold, tie, all secured. Her hand then hovered over the keyboard.A pause; two eye floaters shifted about, causing Sayu to gaze into the distance for a moment. The two peripherals blended and mixed, slowly refocusing over time.Then after a beat, she typed in the credentials to the MMO she started playing a month ago. She was already done with homework during class time today, so she figured a bit of time to escape would do her some good.Once she logged in as her "Princess Knight" character, EmeryxFaith, she felt more like herself again. Strong. Bold. A savior of her own. She'd tear the monsters up with her sword, cast magic like a faucet of colors, and paint the world with her dialogue choices. After settling for an easier daily quest, she entered the forest area until--"hi there"Sayu turns her character towards the source, a robe-adorning character with the username “Zara” above her head, who had greeted her. Sayu takes in a breath and plays out the words in her head, the character “Emery” from the “Stay x Faith” anime she watched channeling in her mind. How would Emery respond? What would the fictional character do?“Hello, I’m Emery.”
“you’re so powerful, wao <3 those numbers slay”
“Oh, thank you. Did you need something?”
“oo yessss can you help me with this”Sayu looks at the data hovering over Zara’s ping and smiles earnestly behind the screen.“That’s the same quest I am doing. Shall we do it together?”
“yes plssss”-----------------------------------------------Part 2“thanks <3” was what Zara typed after EmeryxFaith, Sayu’s character, offered some basic tools and armor pieces for Zara in the trade process. It was clear that after a series of bounce-backs and quest assistance, Zara needed guidance, and Sayu wasn’t shy of helping someone if they needed it. Not when her character was strong and one of the highest levels in the MMO game.And possibly an item hoarder, but that’s on the game for having such a large, expansive storage base.“Don’t worry about it.” Sayu typed into the chat feature, the edges of her lips lifting at the sight. It was like something mattered to her; she took joy in feeling respected and building camaraderie over a shared interest. And she gets to feel cool about it, talking in a way only Emery would in the StayxFaith anime. “Feel free to ask for help again.”She sent over a friend request, and Zara accepted with a smile emoji.…Sayu awoke with a tired, groggy headache, a result of playing the game until 3:37 AM. Her morning class was going to start in an hour, and she needed to wash up and maneuver around her parents.Thankfully, said parents were in a good mood, bonding over their drama show, with mom even graciously offering a French toast like a soothing balm to last night’s events. Sayu accepted, though her expression was mostly flat, but she appreciated it all the same.A breath. A break. Anything to not feel violated for existing.She did her preparations and was out the door before her limbs could start recoiling from memory. The bus arrived on time, and she was in the first row seat, right in front of a somewhat odd pair of girls: the left girl had blond, medium-length hair with braids atop like a hairband; the right girl had bleached hair tied in a low ponytail behind her, with a military bandanna adorning a knitted, scarred eyebrow with a look that could kill. Sayu made sure not to lock eyes with the latter for fear of herself being targeted.“...And then she finally got it!” A girly squeal sounded out from behind Sayu, and she could picture the blonde directing her smartphone screen towards the girl next to her.“Huh? Get what?”
“Kumako!”
“Whaaat? I’m still waking up here. Don’t fucking expect shit from me.”
“So mean. Hehe, but that’s what I like about you.”
“What the fuck? Gross.”
“What do you meeeaan gross? You’re the one who kissed me back at the-”
“Shut up, don’t say it in front of everyone!”
“But no one’s listening~”Except Sayu is, and as her thoughts drifted to the impending mundane activities of the last week of high school, before graduation to college, she thought to herself in the midst of this conversation:‘That must be nice.’Sayu’s tired eyes drifted towards the horizon of the bus window, idly passing the house that had a row of chicken houses on the front lawn. One of the chickens tilted its head at her, and Sayu tilted her head back at the chicken.-----------------------------------------------Part 3"Sayu Ishikawa." The principal called out as Sayu accepted the diploma from the principal's hands, her ears barely making out the faint clapping from her mother. She smiled nervously at the camera, the flash momentarily disorienting her peripheral vision before she trudged along the stage-- palms sweaty, forehead pulsing with warmth, and lips swallowing air instead of breathing normally. She blinked a few times as she stiffly put one foot in front of another, and she could've sworn she felt the boy from behind her clicking his tongue in frustration at Sayu's slow motions.'I know,' Sayu thinks, 'I'm not special here.'And as Sayu stepped down toward the row of graduation chairs, her designated chair had been occupied by a well-endowed, curly-haired girl with bubblegum between her lips. What was her name again..? Someone popular, that's for sure, given how long she's been chatting with the girls near her. Sayu went to the chair next to her, her words caught in her throat as she wanted to speak up, but there it went again: gulping air instead of releasing words.Her hand rests on her diploma, fingers curled until the diploma showed sweat marks and wrinkles...."Great job, Sayu." The mother said, patting the back of Sayu's graduation gown. "Let's hurry back before your dad gets mad that we didn't make dinner for him on time."Sayu nods, taking off her graduation hat and passing by the various kids and parents who kept taking pictures again and again. At the corner, there was the same blond girl and the bleach-hair military girl from the bus, but... there were two dads? They don't look like they were biologically related to either of the girls."Don't look at them." The mother urges, causing Sayu to shift her eyes away from them. "They aren't normal."Sayu swallows thickly, nodding again and instead paying attention to the cracks on the sidewalk, following them and the sights of shoes, gowns, and discarded graduation hats with the gold '2010' on them. Right, she was part of the Class of 2010, where most of her classmates got blowhorn treatments and pounding on the ground as cheers for their diplomas.Each step was like a fire hazard walk, trying not to step on anything that would harm Sayu, even if that includes her mom's supportive yet traditional mindset.-----------------------------------------------(To be continued)