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there should be an update on blood bane and/or ineer demons next week :P i’ll have much more time starting monday

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No i will not write a halloween themed story. I mean most of my stories have monsters in them anyway... I might write more smut though

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Inner Demons Chapter 3

Suddenly a sharp voice could be heard that instantly snapped Simon out of his ballistic rage. “Simon! Dear god let him go!” And just like that Simon’s grip got loose and Clyde fell to the ground while coughing and trying to catch his breath. The voice came from a teacher called Anya or more commonly known as Ms. Lefan. In this school she was one of Simon’s only friends and was also a close friend of his mother. She’s been keeping an eye on him ever since she disappeared from his life.  

When Anya saw Bonnie lying there on the ground she rushed to her side and examined her head. She wasn’t unconscious or wounded but she was a bit winded. The teacher then turned to Simon and shouted “What do you think you’re doing?”

“What I should’ve done a long time ago!” he replied angrily. Clyde tried to crawl away but that gesture of fear only seemed to anger Simon even more. “I can’t believe I let myself be bullied by such a cockroach” Simon shouted as he kicked Clyde in the stomach. Anya quickly ran towards Simon and grabbed him as she thought he was going to keep brutalizing him.

“Let me go! I need to show this insect what he turned me into!”

“Don’t do this Simon it’ll only end badly! Violence solves nothing!”

“It certainly solved their boredom!” he said while pushing her away.

“If you don’t calm down I’ll be forced to call the police”

“Fine by me but how long do you think they’ll be able to keep them safe from me?”

Suddenly Anya’s facial expression went from panicked to horrified. Simon had only ever seen that expression on her face once before and realized the seriousness of the threat he had just made. Without saying another word he grabbed his bag and bolted out of the classroom. Anya wanted to chase after him but her priority was her injured students.

Confused, Angry and worried Simon ran all the way back home and pushed the door wide open before throwing his back in the living room and pacing back and forth trying to wrap his head around what was going on.

“What’s got you so stressed out?” asked the arch demon while slouching against a wall

“What exactly did you do to me?” Simon asked

“I gave you what you wanted you ungrateful brat.”

After hearing that Simon sat on the couch and looked at his hands. He realizes that he finally stood up for himself and that now he has the power to instill fear in the hearts of the people he loathed, into Bonny and Clyde. But another side of him also realized that waving this new inner strength without proper control is nothing more than throwing a fit like an angry child.

“You need more composure when using your newfound powers” Emilia said while sitting down next to Simon

“You can read my-“but before Simon can finish his response Emilia finishes his sentence

“-Mind? Yes, more or less. This demonic pact binds us both and we are now connected to one another, count yourself a lucky human”

At this moment Simon made an important decision. He knew how powerful determination and strength could be but he needed to know how to direct these strange energies and feelings he was experiencing. How to be more dominant with the people he know considered beneath him to protect himself from them while protecting the ones he cared about from himself.

With this new life he propelled himself into by accident he could not afford to stay as he was.

“Then tell me how to be a vassal worthy of you” he said reluctantly “I’m sure a powerful demon such as yourself would want his slave to be above most humans”

Emilia smirked “finally you know your place” she said relieved

The next day Simon stood in front of the school ready to attend the first class of the day. ‘Remember’ he thought to himself ‘assert dominance by robbing people of their hopes and dreams by offering it to them, humans are emotional creatures, if I want to crush them then the battle I have to wage against them needs to be on that playing field.’

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Inner Demons Chapter 3

Suddenly a sharp voice could be heard that instantly snapped Simon out of his ballistic rage. “Simon! Dear god let him go!” And just like that Simon’s grip got loose and Clyde fell to the ground while coughing and trying to catch his breath. The voice came from a teacher called Anya or more commonly known as Ms. Lefan. In this school she was one of Simon’s only friends and was also a close friend of his mother. She’s been keeping an eye on him ever since she disappeared from his life.  

 When Anya saw Bonnie lying there on the ground she rushed to her side and examined her head. She wasn’t unconscious or wounded but she was a bit winded. The teacher then turned to Simon and shouted “What do you think you’re doing?”

 “What I should’ve done a long time ago!” he replied angrily. Clyde tried to crawl away but that gesture of fear only seemed to anger Simon even more. “I can’t believe I let myself be bullied by such a cockroach” Simon shouted as he kicked Clyde in the stomach. Anya quickly ran towards Simon and grabbed him as she thought he was going to keep brutalizing him.

“Let me go! I need to show this insect what he turned me into!”

“Don’t do this Simon it’ll only end badly! Violence solves nothing!”

“It certainly solved their boredom!” he said while pushing her away.

“If you don’t calm down I’ll be forced to call the police”

“Fine by me but how long do you think they’ll be able to keep them safe from me?”

 Suddenly Anya’s facial expression went from panicked to horrified. Simon had only ever seen that expression on her face once before and realized the seriousness of the threat he had just made. Without saying another word he grabbed his bag and bolted out of the classroom. Anya wanted to chase after him but her priority was her injured students.

Confused, Angry and worried Simon ran all the way back home and pushed the door wide open before throwing his back in the living room and pacing back and forth trying to wrap his head around what was going on.

 “What’s got you so stressed out?” asked the arch demon while slouching against a wall

“What exactly did you do to me?” Simon asked

“I gave you what you wanted you ungrateful brat.”

After hearing that Simon sat on the couch and looked at his hands. He realizes that he finally stood up for himself and that now he has the power to instill fear in the hearts of the people he loathed, into Bonny and Clyde. But another side of him also realized that waving this new inner strength without proper control is nothing more than throwing a fit like an angry child.

“You need more composure when using your newfound powers” Emilia said while sitting down next to Simon

“You can read my-“but before Simon can finish his response Emilia finishes his sentence

“-Mind? Yes, more or less. This demonic pact binds us both and we are now connected to one another, count yourself a lucky human”

At this moment Simon made an important decision. He knew how powerful determination and strength could be but he needed to know how to direct these strange energies and feelings he was experiencing. How to be more dominant with the people he know considered beneath him to protect himself from them while protecting the ones he cared about from himself.

With this new life he propelled himself into by accident he could not afford to stay as he was.

“Then tell me how to be a vassal worthy of you” he said reluctantly “I’m sure a powerful demon such as yourself would want his slave to be above most humans”

Emilia smirked “finally you know your place” she said relieved

The next day Simon stood in front of the school ready to attend the first class of the day. ‘Remember’ he thought to himself ‘assert dominance by robbing people of their hopes and dreams by offering it to them, humans are emotional creatures, if I want to crush them then the battle I have to wage against them needs to be on that playing field.’

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FINALLLLLYYYY

inner demons update coming in less than an hour !!!! i can’t believe this my last update for this story was back in august ( i think ) but i finally got a break from and school and gaming and wrote another chapter

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Sorry i haven't posted in a while. One of the stories i've been working on for a year now needs to be rewritten for the most part. But i'll still work on trying to get more chapters of my other stories out

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Asheville Treehouse. A permanently inhabited treehouse in the beautiful woods 200 yards above the Ivy river. Located in Asheville, North Carolina. 

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It sucks that i cant seem to find the time to properly sit down and write because of something a boring and time consuming as school -_-

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‘‘She was dissapointed and ashamed of the fact that she couldn’t respond to his passion correctly”

@fixyourwritinghabits @writerniche @scripturient-manipulator @scriptmedic @emmajustbored @rsdahaley @lovelydisarray @flowerfloods @notjaya @tallgrasslifestyle @monsieurowl @lolavalolaart @yogaempowerment @elfiia @the-world-thru-my-eyes @rsdahaley   this was very difficult XD

Last sentence tag

broadly tagged by @git-writing-good :D (i’m shameless about grabbing these things, thanks for the excuse!)

Rules: post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic/original/anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.

Her thoughts trailed off into static as one of Chat’s kisses found her earlobe and gave it a gentle nip.

tagging!

@freedom-shamrock @zoanzon @shethecat @tearoffire @liathcat @baneismydragon @callmekate08 @imthepunchlord @thebutterflyboudoir @stunfisk-uses-attract @insanitysbloomings @some-sort-of-fan @marciacmoon @lnc2 @frostedpuffs @labyrinthofchaos @imploder @faceted-tourmaline @feathersnow @nautiscarader (+broadly tagging everyone that comes across this)

(i’m not 100% sure that everyone on this list writes (most = yes, but not all ;v;), but i figured i’d poke just in case :’D)

(also i live for tagbacks—if you have mercy in your soul, please give me an excuse to write this thing oh my god //heapofslag)

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Hey guys ! I'll try and post another chapter of inner demons this weekend. But if you'd like me to continue to another one please tell me. I might also come out with something new i've been working on

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Passion

This is a story between a slave and his mistress, a demon queen who captured him from the surface of the earth and dragged this young adult down to the deepest depths of hell. She did this only for her own amusement but that was years ago. The story starts with her gently plunging her nude body into a large bathtub full of water. The room filled itself with a fresh lavender scent as the slave started to lit the candles and fetched all the cleaning products that his mistress usually asked for. He poured a charcoal coloured potion into the water which darkened its color to the point where it was opaque. He then began to massage his mistress’s body like he always does before he starts cleaning her. She began to talk about whatever she had on her mind. Even if this young man was taken from his home and forced to serve this demon, an odd friendship has formed between them over the years. She learned to trust him with important tasks and appreciate his presence. As for him he learned to respect her and even council her since he was not afraid to speak his mind. Thanks to this the two of them had grown fond of each other. Maybe even more then friends should. That night the queen noticed her slave massage her body with a bit more thoroughness than usual and his eyes seemed to be showing an expression of hunger. She giggled as she knew this expression all too well. She’s seen it in every male she ever met and every male she ever went to bed with. To her, what the slave was feeling was nothing more than lust.

“Men are such lust-filled creatures” she said without a hint of disrespect in her voice.

When he realised that the queen noticed the particular interested he had in her body he quickly apologized

“Forgive my rudeness your majesty”

“There’s nothing to forgive Alistar and I told you to call me by my first name when we’re in private like this”

“Sorry Lilith. Someone like me shouldn’t be gawking at you like that”

The slave then took a cloth and began washing Lilith’s body and the only thing he could seem to think of is how perfect she was and how much he desired to be grasped by that very perfection, to be loved and cared by it even if was only for a night. Whenever those thoughts haunted him he managed to chase them away but not tonight.

The queen took a deep breath and inhaled the soft scent of lavender. For an earthly plant, she enjoyed its fragrance quite a bit. The only thing she enjoyed more than the calming scent of lavender was Alistar’s touch or rather the ‘little something’ that came with it. Every time her slaves washed her they did it with care and consideration but Alistar was different. The way he did it was special. The way he caressed her curves with the wash cloth, the way he insisted to wipe the dirt and filth from every corner of her body without rubbing too hard, the way he rinsed her off and the way he would put her bathrobe on her shoulders was oddly satisfying to her. It was not lust, it was not devotion and it but certainly wasn’t fear. She would try not to think about it too much but tonight was different. Tonight Alistar was feeling lustful and she could feel it. However it didn’t seem to lessen his ability to treat her body like a work of art which made her happy.

When Alistar was finished he dried her off and put her bathrobe on her like he always does and escorted her to her private chambers. Usually when they arrive there Alistar leaves Lilith alone so she could sleep but just when he was about to step out Lilith stopped him. With a soft voice she ordered him to close the door. When he did he looked back at her while she was still had her back towards him

“Alistar, you are my dearest friend, I know what lust can do to a man when it eats him from the inside and do not wish for my best friend to turn into some lust-driven beast”

With only a gentle push her robe slide off her shoulders and revealed her naked body to him.

“Come Alistar, take me.”

He approached her slowly. “L-lilith we shouldn’t.”

“It’s okay as long as we keep this between us.” she said softly.

“You don’t understand, you never did” he answered calmly.

That particular pharse confused her but before she could ponder its meaning Alistar suddenly grabbed her arms firmly and at that moment the queen thought to herself that this is the moment where he will try to bend her over and simply use her like most males would do to a woman.

But to her great surprise Alistar smashed his lips against hers and kissed her deeply. At that moment she felt a jolt of lighting go through her entire body and opened her eyes widely. No male had ever kissed her before. She did not understand what was going on. The slave then began kissing her neck like a hungry beast devouring its prey but even then it didn’t feel like anything she had ever felt before

The queen started breathing heavily and moaning gently which was odd to her. Usually it was the men who did all the noise. She then began to tremble. She couldn’t understand her body’s reactions at all. She thought that what her slave was feeling was lust but this felt more like hunger mixed with something else. That ‘something else’ was the same thing she felt when Alistar would wash her so softly.

“w-wait” she said gently.

“I can’t” he replied while pushing her onto the bed. Her confusion only increased when Alistar got on top of her after taking off his clothes. She thought she knew everything there was to know about men but this slave has proved that her knowledge of them was focused on a minority.  ‘Why didn’t he just push me onto the bed? Why does he not just turn me around a take me by behind like all the rest of them? Why does he insist in pleasuring me with his mouth and touch?’ those thoughts tormented her but all of that went away when Alistar plunged himself deep within her while looking straight into her eyes. And soft and loud moan escaped her mouth as he started to move over and over again. She moaned and she wasn’t able to stop it no matter how hard she tried. For the first time in all her life the queen felt pleasure from a man’s touch. She gripped the bedsheets so hard they could hear the sound of them tearing.

She knew how to please any lustful man, how to move and to talk. But Alistar wasn’t just a lustful man. She tried to tell him to wait but she was unable to let anything other than loud moans exit her mouth. She even tried to match his movements so that she could please him but she was unable to contain that raw pleasure her body was felling and the only response she could produce was arching her back and the result was that she stuck her body closer to his.

The queen decided to stop thinking. Clearly Alistar wasn’t thinking either. He was being driven by something just as natural as lust but it was also a much purer emotion. She realised that what needed to be satisfied wasn’t his body but his heart. She needed to respond to this strange emotion as naturally as she could is she wanted to satisfy him completely, and so she let that primal surge of pleasure she felt each time he drove himself into her flood her mind.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his back. He kept driving himself inside her harder and harder until she couldn’t take it anymore. She dug her nails under his skin and marked his back by sliding them downwards slowly. That’s she felt it. Her whole body flooded itself with pleasure. The moment was so intense that her grip on Alistar’s hips tightened dramatically and her nails started to draw blood from his skin. Unable to escape the grasp of her ecstasy, Alistar was unable to hold back his seed from flooding her womb.

They both panted heavily after the deed was done. The slave layed next to her and caressed her face.

“i-I never knew you felt that way” she said while looking into his eyes.

“I should’ve told you”

“No! It’s better this way. I’m glad we made love this way.” She suddenly replied

Hours later Alistar had fallen into a deep sleep but Lilith’s eyes were wide open. She got up and put on her long silky, velvet robed and looked outside the window. The shame she felt was keeping her awake. She was ashamed of the fact she confused her best friend’s intense passion with mere lust.

“How could I ever think of him that way? He’s not like the other males. He’s so much more refined” she said with frustrated voice. She then placed her finger on her lips gently and thought of the way he moved, the way he caressed her and the way he kissed her.

She was disappointed and ashamed of the fact that she couldn’t respond to his passion correctly.

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Passion

This is a story between a slave and his mistress, a demon queen who captured him from the surface of the earth and dragged this young adult down to the deepest depths of hell. She did this only for her own amusement but that was years ago. The story starts with her gently plunging her nude body into a large bathtub full of water. The room filled itself with a fresh lavender scent as the slave started to lit the candles and fetched all the cleaning products that his mistress usually asked for. He poured a charcoal coloured potion into the water which darkened its color to the point where it was opaque. He then began to massage his mistress’s body like he always does before he starts cleaning her. She began to talk about whatever she had on her mind. Even if this young man was taken from his home and forced to serve this demon, an odd friendship has formed between them over the years. She learned to trust him with important tasks and appreciate his presence. As for him he learned to respect her and even council her since he was not afraid to speak his mind. Thanks to this the two of them had grown fond of each other. Maybe even more then friends should. That night the queen noticed her slave massage her body with a bit more thoroughness than usual and his eyes seemed to be showing an expression of hunger. She giggled as she knew this expression all too well. She’s seen it in every male she ever met and every male she ever went to bed with. To her, what the slave was feeling was nothing more than lust.

“Men are such lust-filled creatures” she said without a hint of disrespect in her voice.

When he realised that the queen noticed the particular interested he had in her body he quickly apologized

“Forgive my rudeness your majesty”

“There’s nothing to forgive Alistar and I told you to call me by my first name when we’re in private like this”

“Sorry Lilith. Someone like me shouldn’t be gawking at you like that”

The slave then took a cloth and began washing Lilith’s body and the only thing he could seem to think of is how perfect she was and how much he desired to be grasped by that very perfection, to be loved and cared by it even if was only for a night. Whenever those thoughts haunted him he managed to chase them away but not tonight.

The queen took a deep breath and inhaled the soft scent of lavender. For an earthly plant, she enjoyed its fragrance quite a bit. The only thing she enjoyed more than the calming scent of lavender was Alistar’s touch or rather the ‘little something’ that came with it. Every time her slaves washed her they did it with care and consideration but Alistar was different. The way he did it was special. The way he caressed her curves with the wash cloth, the way he insisted to wipe the dirt and filth from every corner of her body without rubbing too hard, the way he rinsed her off and the way he would put her bathrobe on her shoulders was oddly satisfying to her. It was not lust, it was not devotion and it but certainly wasn’t fear. She would try not to think about it too much but tonight was different. Tonight Alistar was feeling lustful and she could feel it. However it didn’t seem to lessen his ability to treat her body like a work of art which made her happy.

When Alistar was finished he dried her off and put her bathrobe on her like he always does and escorted her to her private chambers. Usually when they arrive there Alistar leaves Lilith alone so she could sleep but just when he was about to step out Lilith stopped him. With a soft voice she ordered him to close the door. When he did he looked back at her while she was still had her back towards him

“Alistar, you are my dearest friend, I know what lust can do to a man when it eats him from the inside and do not wish for my best friend to turn into some lust-driven beast”

With only a gentle push her robe slide off her shoulders and revealed her naked body to him.

“Come Alistar, take me.”

He approached her slowly. “L-lilith we shouldn’t.”

“It’s okay as long as we keep this between us.” she said softly.

“You don’t understand, you never did” he answered calmly.

That particular pharse confused her but before she could ponder its meaning Alistar suddenly grabbed her arms firmly and at that moment the queen thought to herself that this is the moment where he will try to bend her over and simply use her like most males would do to a woman.

But to her great surprise Alistar smashed his lips against hers and kissed her deeply. At that moment she felt a jolt of lighting go through her entire body and opened her eyes widely. No male had ever kissed her before. She did not understand what was going on. The slave then began kissing her neck like a hungry beast devouring its prey but even then it didn’t feel like anything she had ever felt before

The queen started breathing heavily and moaning gently which was odd to her. Usually it was the men who did all the noise. She then began to tremble. She couldn’t understand her body’s reactions at all. She thought that what her slave was feeling was lust but this felt more like hunger mixed with something else. That ‘something else’ was the same thing she felt when Alistar would wash her so softly.

“w-wait” she said gently.

“I can’t” he replied while pushing her onto the bed. Her confusion only increased when Alistar got on top of her after taking off his clothes. She thought she knew everything there was to know about men but this slave has proved that her knowledge of them was focused on a minority.  ‘Why didn’t he just push me onto the bed? Why does he not just turn me around a take me by behind like all the rest of them? Why does he insist in pleasuring me with his mouth and touch?’ those thoughts tormented her but all of that went away when Alistar plunged himself deep within her while looking straight into her eyes. And soft and loud moan escaped her mouth as he started to move over and over again. She moaned and she wasn’t able to stop it no matter how hard she tried. For the first time in all her life the queen felt pleasure from a man’s touch. She gripped the bedsheets so hard they could hear the sound of them tearing.

She knew how to please any lustful man, how to move and to talk. But Alistar wasn’t just a lustful man. She tried to tell him to wait but she was unable to let anything other than loud moans exit her mouth. She even tried to match his movements so that she could please him but she was unable to contain that raw pleasure her body was felling and the only response she could produce was arching her back and the result was that she stuck her body closer to his.

The queen decided to stop thinking. Clearly Alistar wasn’t thinking either. He was being driven by something just as natural as lust but it was also a much purer emotion. She realised that what needed to be satisfied wasn’t his body but his heart. She needed to respond to this strange emotion as naturally as she could is she wanted to satisfy him completely, and so she let that primal surge of pleasure she felt each time he drove himself into her flood her mind.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his back. He kept driving himself inside her harder and harder until she couldn’t take it anymore. She dug her nails under his skin and marked his back by sliding them downwards slowly. That’s she felt it. Her whole body flooded itself with pleasure. The moment was so intense that her grip on Alistar’s hips tightened dramatically and her nails started to draw blood from his skin. Unable to escape the grasp of her ecstasy, Alistar was unable to hold back his seed from flooding her womb.

They both panted heavily after the deed was done. The slave layed next to her and caressed her face.

“i-I never knew you felt that way” she said while looking into his eyes.

“I should’ve told you”

“No! It’s better this way. I’m glad we made love this way.” She suddenly replied

Hours later Alistar had fallen into a deep sleep but Lilith’s eyes were wide open. She got up and put on her long silky, velvet robed and looked outside the window. The shame she felt was keeping her awake. She was ashamed of the fact she confused her best friend’s intense passion with mere lust.

“How could I ever think of him that way? He’s not like the other males. He’s so much more refined” she said with frustrated voice. She then placed her finger on her lips gently and thought of the way he moved, the way he caressed her and the way he kissed her.

She was disappointed and ashamed of the fact that she couldn’t respond to his passion correctly.

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my next short story might be ( definitely will be ) NSFW. you have been warned

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Blood Bane Chapter 3

I looked at the chains that were holding the doors shut and it looks like my hunch was right. They were reinforced with powerful magic. Even a vampire such as myself wouldn't be able to break them with physical force and i didn't know much about magic either. But more importantly why was this person sealed away? I repeated that question in my head a couple of times but decided it didn't matter. If this magician wanted to harm me he could've done it at any time , or even worse , he could've just left me to rot in that alley with the enforcers "How?" i said simply. Shortly after i asked, my question was answered in detail "That magic holding this seal toghether is a type of blood magic. It's very strong but easy to sabotage if you put a couple of drops of your blood on the chains. I'll do the rest I used the sharp nail of my thumb  to make a small incision on my index and let the drops of blood flow on the chains. I then placed my finger in my mouth and waited for a result. I started to back away from the door not knowing what to expect. Suddenly the chains started to rust and erode until they turned to dust. The doors then blasted themselves open with a force so great the massive doors themselves were ripped out of their sockets and went flying. Luckily they both flew right past me and i didn't have to move an inch to dodge them. They slammed into the wall with such velocity that they planted themselves into it. I approached into the newly opened room with caution. To my great surprise this room was not like the others. This one was completly green and empty. I did notice however a bunch of rusty looking chains lying around the room. In the middle stood what seemed to be a man in his 20s wearing nothing but a robe a . He got up after pulling more chains off of him and managed to take a few steps before collapsing. Luckily i caught him before he fell and carried him to another room where i layed him on the bed. "Thank you" he whispered weakly. "I guess we're even now"

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About to write the third chapter of bloodbane.

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I’ve been working at a temp-to-perm position for nearly a year now. I thought I was going to be hired… that is, I was repeatedly told, “Once you reach one year, we’ll hire you.”

Instead what happened is I was dropped while recovering from shoulder surgery.

I’ve been out of work for 3 weeks now, and now I won’t be going back. I have a lot of debt from not having a paycheck for three weeks, and I’m still not able to work without hurting myself. 

If possible, take a look at my commission sheet and consider hiring me? Until I get a new job, I’ll be doing art to survive. I’ll work off of the sheet as well as pay-what-you-want commissions.

If you’d like to donate, my paypal is DalalNaoum AT gmail DOT com

Reblogs are greatly appreciated!

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Posting frequency

I'll post my stories onto this page at least once a week from now on ( if not more ) Thank you for understanding -Cloudy