#dw im doing my current comms!

[ryoko-san]

Silly ship YCH because i need extra funds for school ✌️(dm me pls lol)

[voiceofsword]

hey! i honestly think i asked this once before but i searched your blog with tumblr's ever reliable search function and found nothing so; would you ever consider doing comms?

hi anon! i dont think ive been asked this, so dw im glad to answer!

i actually do open commissions occasionally, theyre not open as of right now because im finishing off a current batch, but here's my kofi (it's where i've started opening my slots as of recently) and here's my carrd with usual pricing for bigger comms and other contact info!

i havent rly posted comm openings here bc i figured people wouldnt care for that but i might start doing it if theres interest!!

i appreciate u

[rhettabbotts]

[ LINE ]  our muses are supposed to only be pretending to be together for a mission or fake dating,  but they keep going and neither one of them is stopping which leads to them hiding away to have sex.  

Ok ok ok BUT you shouldn't have told me i could do this imma not stop i am STARVED for cyclone content i have read and reread and practically etched every single cyclone fic in existence into my DNA and now IMMA BUG YOU IM SORRY BUT AM I REALLY THO

(CAN YOU IMAGINE READER HAVING A CRUSH ON CYCLONE AND THEN HAVING TO PRETEND TO BE FAKE DATING I WOULD DIE WHILE ALL THE TIME SOMEONE (pffttt its totally hangman the clueless dork) IS IN HER EAR LIKE LOOK WHO GOT THE SHORT END OF THE STICK DW ILL TAKE YOU OUT FOR DINNER AFTER AND READERS LIKE SHUTTUP IM UNDRESSING AN ADMIRAL LEMME FOCUS)

OH LORD FAKE DATING!!!!! I EAT THAT SHIT UP THATS MY FAV TROPE!!!!! AND W CYCLONE!!!!

i don’t know how or why but you’re somehow on a mission where you’re having to pretend to be mrs. beau simpson for a night. you were slowly trying not to lose your mind, with beau keeping his arm locked tight around your waist all evening. to make matters worse, jake, who you regrettably told about your crush on cyclone, was speaking into the ear piece that was in your ear. constantly making no so innocent comments.

“you know, i bet he wants to tear that dress off of you. cant say i’d blame him, you do look gorgeous,” you can practically hear the way his lips twitches up through the piece.

“shut up, bagman,” you mutter under your breath, loud enough just for him to hear. beau’s hand tightens on your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him. you’re sure everyone can see the way your heart is beating out of your chest. you catch the tail end of the conversation he was having, hearing something about “his beautiful wife.”

“you wanna get out of here,” he says into the ear that jake is not currently occupying, his voice reverberating through your whole body. he’s just doing it for show you know, so you try to calm your reaction before responding with a nod.

he’s pulling you out of the room and into a coat closet, figuring he wants to debrief before leaving.

“that went really well i thi-“ you don’t finish before he’s pressing you against the door and slamming his mouth against yours. hands roaming all over your body, bunching your dress up on your hips.

“oh shit,” you hear jake say in your ear before he starts laughing.

“seresin you got about 2 seconds to turn the comms off before i ground your ass for the next month,” beau says, hand sliding up your thigh that peeked out of the slit on your dress.