#writer for hire

[athenadire]

⚠️ ATTN: SEEKING AN EDITOR ⚠️

Hi!! I really need an editor. I'm looking for someone that can help push/motivate me to write when I'm struggling; someone to bounce ideas off of when I'm stuck; someone that can read and review my work; that can edit my writing (if you want to).

The catch is, I can't pay you. I'm a self publishing author who is trying to complete their first novel. I'm hoping to have a team of people one day that I can pay, but today is not that day. If you'd be willing to help, I would be forever grateful! I hope to be able to repay your kindness one day.

Please share this post even if you aren't interested. If you are, please comment below & I will DM you! Thank you so much🙏🏻

[mayor-mclikeme-please]

It would be compelling! Heartbreaking! And probably very unpopular! Think of the drama! Not Alastor

[noxthesynners]

Attention people, we are at $30/370 for another night. Nothing else has come yet. If you want to help donations are fine but we are running a 50% off sale on all commissions. I have until 11 am EST or there will be late fees!

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[arenabreadandbiscuits]

Writer In Need! - Writing & Art Commissions Available, Please Read The Whole Post And Vote To Help Me!

My mom has been admitted into the hospital today.

Hey guys, serious post so please treat it as such but genuinely I need commissions. I'm currently at the hospital with my mom and I won't bore any of you anymore with the many issues I have but commissions would be both helpful on her to help pay for things that's are more low priority while bigger money is dealt for bigger things. Nonetheless my point is commissions are open. I'll draw but pieces take longer but I am happy to do Hazbin Hotel, Demon Slayer, and various OCS no matter where they're from so please just ask me.

Hazbin is my biggest fandom right now so I prefer working in that fandom but I can hear others out. I'm a part of quite a few.

Though I can draw I do prefer more writing commissions over other things so please ask for those. At the top of my page it mentions what I will and won't do so please refer to it but I'll write cc x cc, OC x cc, OC x OC, angst, smut, fluff, 3k, 6k, 10k words... Just please look at my account and read everything before commissioning ANYTHING.

I will only take payment as Cash app, Chime, and/or Venmo but I'd really just like to have the money for peace of mind. Don't pm me with offers of other things... 'sugar daddy' looking for a baby desperate for help? Please stay away from me. I ONLY want genuine commissioners and if you choose to be one I will talk to you fully about your commission to make sure I get all the right info and actually start your story if you send full/half pay.

It's just... I'm going through so much. I hate having to ask the Internet for help because sometimes people don't listen and offer times they don't care but bless any soul out there who reads this and bless your life if you decide to actually commission me in this time of need.

I'm putting a poll for interaction to hopefully actually get commissioners. I usually beg people who aren't serious to not vote but sometimes people enjoy getting others hopes up so I know most likely it'll still occur but I have to try. I think maybe months ago I made a goal to see if I could reach 400 dollars just from commissions. It'll take work but work that I will and have to accept.

Here's some pictures of me currently at the hospital because I know people don't really listen to these things when they don't trust them and that's smart and completely fair.

I have videos as well but here's just a couple. Once again I'm looking for serious commissions. Want a 4k, 5k, 8k(?!) story of your OC smashing Lucifer I'll do it just please give me your money. I'm desperate and my mentally is trying to keep stable so please gods and goddesses let people see and be serious about this post like I'm begging for them to be.

Here's the poll

Please don't vote if you aren't going to do one of these two things. I'm in genuine need of help again and I'm hoping this works this time because it hasn't in a while now.. I have many examples of writing on this account though I'm aware I need to make another master list..

I'm also more than happy to write and/do art for:

Obey Me

The Arcana

Stardew Valley

Harvest Town

Dislyte (specifically writing since I haven't practiced my art style with them)

Demon Slayer

Tokyo Revengers

Possibly more...

If you've voted or you're a commissioner looking to give me work, thank you. I'm happy you're here and hopefully.. you enjoy your stay here while you have it. Honestly if I don't get commissions after this post I just honestly don't know what I can do.

[lawrencespen1777]

Hi, I have a request!

What about a sickfic where characters go on a boat, and one seems to be seasick. The only thing is, character continuously claimed that they don't get seasick, and never have. The others think it's just character being difficult, but then their friend/partner discovers they have a fever...

turns out they managed to catch the stomach flu.

I had SO much fun with this! I think I may keep it and adapt it for my own fandom. Thank you for the awesome prompt!

“Everyone who said hell was a big fire lied to me. It’s water and a bunch of boats where people have to live and be seasick for eternity.”

“I’m glad to see you’re not letting it affect your good mood.”

W groaned and hunched over the toilet in the four by four bathroom again. “How much longer?”

C checked their phone. “Still about four hours.”

“You said that last time.”

“You just asked a few minutes ago.”

“Impossible,” W choked and retched into the bowl.

C grimaced at the sound of partially digested lunch splashing in the water. They looked down when they noticed W watching them, but it was too late.

“You don’t have to stay…with me,” W panted, their words catching unevenly as their stomach jerked again. False alarm. “You should enjoy the party.”

“Not happening. The only reason I came was for you anyway…I just didn’t know you were such a lightweight.”

W rolled their eyes, but C saw the corners of their mouth twitch upward. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’ve sailed before. Never been sea-seasick.” They lurched forward and spit a mixture of saliva and bile, each dry heave bringing up less and less. W crashed back onto the floor and wiped tears of exertion from their cheeks. “God,” they whispered, resting their head in their hands. “This is humiliating.”

“Maybe you should lie down? I can ask someone if there’s a place you can use. Surely you’re not the first person to be seasick on a boat.”

W chuckled softly. “It would help if I could get someplace warmer. It’s freezing in here.”

C watched W closely. The shaking they had attributed to the violent vomiting had escalated to shivering. W’s face was the color of wet paste and their hair clung to it in damp, sticky patches. “It feels pretty warm in here to me. Do you think you have a fever?”

“I don’t know…I can’t focus on anything right now, but not pu-puking. Maybe it’s just cold on the floor.”

C bent down to touch W’s skin, first with the back of their fingers against a clammy cheek then, feeling the heat that radiated from them, with their palm against their forehead. “You’re really warm, W…”

W said nothing.

“Okay…just try to relax. I’m going to check with the party staff and see if they have Tylenol or anything you can take.

“I don’t think it’ll stay down.”

“Well we need to try so you don’t get worse.” When W remained silent again C kissed the top of their head. “I’ll be right back. Are you okay for a few minutes?”

“Mhmm.”

C didn’t quite believe them, but they hurried off anyway in case there was a round two.

[bonniegrrl]

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Thanks for any connections, advice, or job opportunities you can offer. 

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[sweetmomeypie]

Hi! I’m opening writing commissions because I desperately need food and medical supplies.

Right now, I’m unable to get a regular job until I can afford the treatment and essentials to stabilize my health. I’m hoping to raise a decent amount of money through commissions. This is very urgent, so if you’re able to help, I’d be endlessly grateful.

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DM me with what you want (word count, topic/fandom, tone, anything important to include) and we’ll go from there.

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I’ve been writing for years and I’m confident in my ability to match different tones, genres, and styles. Whether it’s:

• original fiction

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• roleplay starters

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• or anything else you can think of

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I have multiple writing styles and I’m happy to adapt based on your preferences. DM me for samples if you want to see my work before ordering.

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I genuinely mean it when I say: I’ll write anything. I just need help getting through this right now.

Thank you so much for even reading this.

[chuksachi]

Stories belong to those who tell them.

Once, the elders said a man does not own the land; he is only its keeper for a time. So too are stories. They pass through many hands, shaped and reshaped like clay in the potter’s grip.

The hunter tells his tale, but the one who listens will retell it differently. In time, the story grows legs and walks into new lands, wearing new names, speaking in new tongues. This is the way of things.

To write is to inherit, to take the old and breathe into it something new. A fire taken from another’s hearth, not to be hoarded, but to be shared.

So tell me—whose fire are you carrying? And what new tale will it burn into the night?

[depressedhouseplant]

Shameless Plea

I’m less than 2 weeks out from being off for over a month which means 0 income during that time. Please consider using my smut ghostwriting service, referring me to someone you think might need it, or leaving a tip to get your favorite JFW entry extended or bumped to the top. Any little bit helps.

Thanks in advance, my loves.

[kikithedetective]

This was a thing I wrote a few years ago

The man stepped up the stairs and boarded the train. His heavy coat rustled up against the entryway and his thick boots thudded upon the old wooden boards, creaking under his weight. A thin layer of dust and spatters of dried mud covered the leather seats and floor. The light from his copper lantern glistened against broken glass and metal springs that poked up through the upholstery. The floors let off the sound of crunchy wetness with each step as the man walked through the train. Soon a second man came into the train causing the first man to turn around. The second man's lantern light caught the metal star on the first’s chest. “I thought I told ya to keep outside and to look ‘round the train Babra”, exclaimed the first man. “I’m sorry Saint John, I thought I heard something in here.” Babra replied. Babra's eyes glanced around the train car making it clear that wasn’t the only reason he disobeyed  John’s order. “Eh, forget it. Come on and take a look around, and I told you to stop calling me ‘Saint John’ will ya. I hate that name.” Babra questioned, "What exactly was I even supposed to be lookin' for?" "You were supposed to be looking for train tracks so we can figure out how this train got here", muttered St. John, still annoyed. "We're ten miles from the nearest rail line, there are no tracks that come this way. Grounds not strong enough to support it", Babra chimed. St. John let out a deep sighed, thinking of all the paperwork about how a train got to the middle of nowhere. 

This wasn't really ever planned to go anywhere. I just wrote this after staring at Lemoyne in RDR2 for about an hour and I thought it would be fun to write something taking place in Louisiana in the 1880s that was a supernatural detective story but as I wrote I realized that I'm the type of person to spend hours doing research only to write one sentence because I didn't want to be historically inaccurate or accidently be insensitive or misconstrue something. That led me to not have an interest in writing overly accurate historical pieces but it did give me a slight taste for thriller.

[thedarkwithinusbook1]

The Dark Within Us - "It's In Our Blood"

North Chaseville Lofts - II -

Home was a place I knew I could go to after an awful day. Sometimes I'd feel as if I had really let the world down, and my mother would be there. It would be some of the smaller things, school or girls, and sometimes it'd be issues that made me existentially terrified. Whatever it was, she was there for; no matter what I needed, or didn't need, she never pried or made it into a big thing. She just knew how to help me ground myself and regain control again. I loved her for that, and I was always happy that she was in my life.

Today was a different type of existential terror.

I went up the stairs with Matt, making my way to my mom's apartment. My feet lagged, each step that I took feeling heavier and heavier. I wasn't sure what terrified me more: going home after what had just happened at Heavenfall, bringing a monster-slaying stranger into my mom's apartment, or telling my mom everything without being called a liar.

I felt Matt reach up to my shoulder from behind. "Hey," he said softly, "are you gonna be okay going up there?"

I stopped at the top of the stairs, just down the hall from my apartment door. I sighed, then turned back to Matt. His eyes stared up at me with a type of concern I hadn't expected from a boy I just met. They were kind, concerned, but also...tired. I took a deep breath. "I just...don't know what to do now," I said to Matt.

Matt nodded softly, making his way up the last step of the stairs, meeting me eye to eye. "This is your next move," he said. "Everything has changed for you now, but you can choose to pretend this world doesn't exist, or let your mom in on what's going on."

I scoffed, slowly making my way down the hall. "My mom wouldn't believe any of this," I muttered. "She'd think I was on something."

Matt chuckled. "Sure. She might. She could believe everything you tell her, too. You have to decide whether it's worth it to let her know that much."

I nodded, weighing my options. Lying to my mom was one thing, but admitting a dark and insane truth as monsters of darkness attacking me at my school, a place of holy worship, was something I couldn't put into words to her. Growing up in a Catholic household proved difficult some days, and this was one of those days. With doubt in the beliefs I was raised to put my faith into, I didn't know how to bring any of this up to my mom.

When I finally got out of my own head and cleared my thoughts, I realized I had made my way to our front door, and Matt had been right beside me this whole time. I could've told him to go away, and make himself scarce, but a gut feeling told me I'd need him beside me for this next bit. I let out a deep breath, and found myself knocking at the door, awaiting my mother's response.

"Ronnie?" I heard my mother call from inside. "Espera, mijo; it's locked," she said. I bowed my head, waiting for her to come to the door. I could feel Matt standing tall and strong next to me. He had so much more mettle than I ever did. I'd like to blame school, or my extracurriculars somehow, but I couldn't with a literal demon hunter beside me.

I heard the door unlock, and let out a sigh of relief. The front door opened, and my mom stood on the other side of the door with a faint smile on her face. She glanced at Matt briefly, then stepped back to let us in. "Hungry?" she asked.

I smiled, and turned back to Matt, who nodded. I shrugged. "Sure, mom." We walked into the apartment, and I wondered why my mom didn't question Matt's presence. Matt followed behind and closed the apartment door, entering the small place I called home. My mom's pieces of furniture were all second-hand pieces; stuff from her mom, or her dad, or her mom and dad's parents. They were the grandparents I never met, and never would've even been able to share stories with because of the language barrier between us. It never bothered me, though, because I always had Mom around.

Matt glanced around the apartment and smiled. "I like this," he said, gesturing to a tapestry up against our wall. I chuckled, nodding at the Virgin Mary imagery on the tapestry.

My mom looked up at Matt, head poking over the kitchen counter with pots and pans on top. "It's pretty, no?"

I sat down at the kitchen table behind the couch, and watched as Matt wandered around the living room. As I stared at him, I felt a strange familiarity with him, as if he had been in my life all along. Once he entered my thoughts, the reminder of the attack at Heavenfall came rushing in; the flashback shattered in my mind like broken glass. I felt numb as all I could see was that monster's face as it ran towards me. My legs were shaking and my arms were shivering.

"Ronnie?" my mother called. I gasped, and suddenly she was kneeling down next to me, holding my hands in hers. "Breathe, mijo, ok? Don't forget to breathe." Matt stood beside me, hand behind my back. I could feel his hand rise and fall with each heavy breath I took. My mom patted my hand and stood. "Tea," she said.

. . .

I wrapped my hands around the warm mug, watching the steam rise from the cup. Plates of rice and chicken were placed around the table I sat at. Matt and my mother sat beside me, each slowly eating their plates of food. I struggled to lift the mug from the table. I could feel their eyes burning into me, staring to examine my condition. Concern, sure, but...I hated feeling weak.

Matt cleared his throat. "Thank you for the meal, Mrs. Reid," he said. "Super good."

My mom waved him off. "It's just leftovers," she scoffed. "But call me Lorena. I never took Ronnie's father's name."

I glanced up, noticing Matt's eyes perk up at this detail. He nodded slowly, chewing his meal as he turned back to me. I looked back at my mother, surprised at what she said. She almost never talked about my dad.

I pushed my mug away, then built up the courage to finally speak. "Mom," I croaked, "I...was attacked today."

My mom's knife dropped from her hand, clattering against her plate. She turned to me with wide eyes. "Who attacked you?" she asked. "Where was this? Why are you just NOW telling me this?"

I stammered, struggling to find the words, when Matt chimed in. "Lorena, it's my fault," he said. "I, uh...wasn't quick enough to defend him. It was really bad, and I think it was kind of a shock for Ronnie too, you know?"

I listened as the two began to discuss Heavenfall's safety parameters, and how Matt waltzed right in as I had been attacked, but the school had no other security detail, despite its hefty tuition rates. The two ridiculed the institution's lack of initiative on the matter when I shook my head. "Kind of a shock?" I muttered. "It was a demon, Mom."

My mom and Matt turned back to me, the conversation between them trailing off. My mom leaned closer. "Demon?"

I turned to Matt, who gave a slight nod, then back to my mom. "A demon," I said. "I don't know what happened...Matt, over here, knows a little bit more, but yes. I just...feel like I'm losing my mind."

I sat there, trying to control my breathing, when I noticed the glances my mom shared with Matt. Something began to feel strange again. I didn't know what it was that they knew, or that I didn't know, but I was sure that something was beginning to be kept from me. Was I becoming crazy? Paranoid, even? Maybe. Maybe I really was losing my mind, but how would I know? Do crazy people know that they are crazy?

I turned to Matt. "Is what you told me real?" I asked. I watched for his response.

Matt chewed his spoonful of rice and swallowed. "About?"

I struggled to speak as I opened my mouth and softly croaked, "About...the Darkslayers?"

Matt took another spoonful of rice and nodded. "Oh, yeah," he said with his mouth full of food. "Yep. Race of warriors, darkness and hearts of light, all that."

I blinked in utter shock, then turned to my mother, whose reaction surprised me just a little bit more. Rather than also being in shock, she frowned. She looked...upset. "M-Mom?"

My mother looked up at me, eyes welling up in tears. "Lo siento," she said. "I...I hate that this is happening."

I felt my face grow numb as I felt a sense of panic. "Mom, what is happening?" I asked. "Did...you know this would happen?"

My mother pushed her plate of food away from her, then sat up from her chair. She walked around the dinner table, making her way towards the hallway. She approached one of the doors; her bedroom door. "I don't have all of the answers for you, Ronnie. But Matt here can help. So can your father."

I gasped as I watched my mom open her bedroom door. "My father?" I cried.

My mom stepped to the side, and out came a tall, heavy built man with dark hair and gray sideburns. His beard was a mix of gray and black with stubble reaching over his lips and cheeks, and his eyes were dark with bags under his eyelids. His hair was clean cut, and the white button up shirt he wore was neat and form-fitting, revealing how fit he seemed to be at his age. He smiled weakly at me. "Hi, son."

I almost choked on my own vomit seeing this man. I had grown up almost never seeing or knowing my father. As far as I knew, he had just vanished. He was never around in my mother's life, and seemingly never needed to be. She worked so hard being a single parent, being both my mother and my father in his absence. I never felt the need to ask about him, nor did she ever seem to want to bring him up. He was an enigma of sorts; a piece of history I was never taught, and never bothered learning either. And now he was here in my kitchen.

He cleared his throat. "Are you oka-"

"17 years," I growled, cutting him off, "and today is the day? This is when you decided to come on by?"

I felt a hand rest on my shoulder. Matt suddenly leaned closer to me. "Ronnie, take a breath. Hear the man out."

I shrugged Matt's hand off of my shoulder. "I don't even KNOW you, man! Six hours ago, you didn't exist, and my father was a ghost!"

"Shh, Ronnie, no," my mom said, hushing me. "You don't know the whole story."

"Apparently not!" I cried out, feeling my numb fingers clenched tightly. "My entire world has just gone to hell, and all of you are treating me like a child who knows nothing, and I'm realizing that I don't know anything, and I don't understand why or how long it's been like this for!"

My mom rushed to my side and held me tight. Her long soft hair draped over my head like a blanket almost. "Mijo, escucha...it's really him. And he knows what to do."

The man smiled at my mother, then slowly came around the kitchen table. He brushed past Matt, then kneeled in front of me. "Your mom did everything for you, Ronnie. I...wasn't here. I wanted to be, but life had different plans for me." He glanced at Matt, then sighed. "I didn't know what it was like to have a son when I had you, but now that I'm here..." He turned back to me, with a weak smile and a single tear dropping from his eye. "I want to make sure you never have to feel the way you did today."

His voice was deep and low, but almost soothing. I turned to face him, just a little bit, as he nodded and continued. "That fear of death is...something that awakened you. It's in your blood; our blood. It showed you what this world can truly be like, but unfortunately, that looming fear is something that you inherited. Matt has it, and I have it...and now, you do too."

I glanced over at Matt, who stared down at his feet, arms crossed over his chest. I could see him nod slowly at this detail, as if he had endured what I endured today. I sniffled, wiping a tear away from my face, then pulled away from my mom, who stroked my hair before stepping back. I cleared my throat, then spoke. "W-what do you mean, inherited?"

He smiled. "Well...Matt explained, didn't he?" he asked, turning to Matt.

Matt sighed. "Hyperios; the last few warriors left facing the resurgence of Darkness. Robert here is a Hyperios Darkslayer, and I am too." Matt turned to face me. "Ronnie, so are you. That's why today happened."

I nodded at Matt, turning back to Robert. I stared at his wrinkles, taking in his facial features across his aged face. His eyes, his faint smile at me told me what I was afraid of. I didn't know if I trusted this man, but the longer I stared at him, the more I knew...he really was my father.

My mother stepped close to me and placed her hand on my shoulder. "Sweetie, he's right," she said. I looked up at her, still in disbelief of everything. "When I met your father, he...would tell me stories. He fought monsters, and lived a very hard life. I didn't know all of this when I fell in love with him, but...then I had you." My mom sat in a chair beside me. "I didn't know if this life was one I wanted with him, where I'd always be on the run with my baby. But Robert knew he had to do what he was born to do, but take care of his son as well."

I blinked at this last note, son, when my mother waved her hands around the apartment. "All of this, all that you have, and your time at the Academy, would not have been possible without him. I only make so much, so thankfully Robert would help pay for what you needed." My mother turned back to Robert. "He did what he could as a father without putting you or me in danger."

Robert nodded. "I didn't want this to be the way you found out, Ronnie, but it's where we are now. The resurgence of Darkness is emerging from the West, and it is here, and now it has a hold on you." Robert stood up, reaching for a bag placed beside the couch. "There is little time for us to destroy its source while also showing you what it means to be a Hyperios Warrior, but it needs to be done."

I was at a loss for words. After the day I had, after what I saw at Heavenfall Academy, and after all I had learned in the span of an hour, I just wanted to curl up in a ball and forget about it. I wanted to forget everything; about the monsters, about Matt, about the demon slaying race of warriors, and about my estranged absentee father who decided to invade my life and ask me to destroy a source in the West. Before I knew it, I was already up out of the chair, and I had walked straight into the bedroom.

Maybe my mother and Robert called after me, but I wasn't listening. I tuned everything out as all I could hear were my own thoughts, and blood pulsing through my ears with each beat of my heart. My head was throbbing, and my mind was racing. What the hell had my life begun?

A knocking began to fade into sound as I broke out of my thoughts and glanced at my bedroom door. I could hear a voice faintly speak on the other side; "It's Matt. Can I come in?"

I sighed, and called back to Matt, "Yeah." Matt slowly cracked the door slightly and slid into my room and quietly closed the door behind him. He smiled, taking a glance around the room. I had random medals and trophies plastered across my shelves and walls. "You...were on the debate team?"

I scoffed softly, amused at the question. "Yeah, I was."

Matt nodded, smiling at the medals, bringing one close to him in his hand. "And baseball," he said, impressed. He glanced at another. "But that one is for track?"

I sighed. "I did a lot of stuff throughout school," I admitted. "All of it kept me busy, but I liked it."

Matt turned to me and smiled. "I can see why it would," he said. "It's like, all of the practice and dedication it took to get where you did paid off in the end, but why stop at succeeding once?" He waved his arms across my wall of medals and trophies. "You can't stop once you get good, can you?"

I smirked, nodding at Matt's flattery. "I guess, yeah."

Matt nodded, then made his way to my desk chair and sat down. He turned the chair to face me, then sighed. I felt the pressure of what he was about to say. "Y'know, I've known Robert for a really long time," he started. "Most of my life, really. I wish I grew up like you, to be honest. All of this, all you did in your life before today, it all seems really fulfilling. Growing up, all I had was bloodshed. My parents died at the hands of some Darklings, and Robert saved me. He took me in, raised me and trained me to be a Darkslayer like my parents were."

I shuddered at that last detail before Matt chuckled. "Yes, Ronnie, my parents were Darkslayers, and they died. A lot of us die, and a lot of us have died, but running with Robert has taught me how to live well enough to survive, and I'll be the first to admit, it's a miracle I made it as far as I have. I, uh, couldn't have done it without your dad, Ronnie."

I let Matt's words sink in; the truth of the matter was that as much of a ghost he was to me, my father was a true hero for others. I couldn't have known that, but now that my life was in danger, he had come to save me. My father, essentially a stranger, came back for me, and I was expected to leave my life behind to journey with him.

Matt leaned forward, reaching for my hands and grasping them softly. It caught me off guard, but then he spoke. "I get the hesitation, man. Going on a road trip down a road that'll lead to certain death is not the best reunion for your dad and you, but...for the last few years, he has done NOTHING except marvel at your successes and tell me how much he misses you."

I felt tears finally well up in my eyes. I hated believing any of this was true, but suddenly, there felt like there was nothing but sincerity in his words. Matt truly trusted Robert, and he truly believed Robert wanted to be back in my life again. I cursed the fact that the only circumstance in which this was happening was due to my surprise duty to fight supernatural entities, but...this was my life. I looked up at Matt, and nodded softly. "I just...I don't want to leave my mom behind," I admitted.

Matt smiled softly at me, then nodded in agreement. "If things work out, you'll be back in less than a week, and your mom and you will be alright."

I gave my room one more glance, gazing at the memories I've made living in Chaseville with my mom. The little neighborhood parties we went to on holidays, our mornings at church going to Spanish mass despite me not knowing any Spanish, our lazy nights ordering takeout from small local food trucks, all of it was at risk of going away forever. If things worked out, my mom and I would be able to do all of that all over again. Hopefully.

Suddenly, a knock came from my bedroom door. "Ronnie, are you okay?" called my mother.

Matt sat up from the bed and turned to me. I sighed, gesturing to Matt. "Yeah, ma, I'm here."

The door cracked open, with my mom poking her head through. She glanced at Matt and smiled. "Mijo, you mind if-?"

"Y-yeah," Matt replied softly. "I'll let you two chat." Matt walked to the bedroom door, where my mom held it wide open for him to leave the room. She sighed, entered my room, and closed the door behind her.

My mom approached me. "What, um...what are you thinking?"

She sat next to me on the bed and placed a warm hand over mine. I sighed, searching for the words. "I...think I...always knew?" I shook my head. "I mean, like, I always had...a feeling, I guess, that there was something strange going on. Not about dad not being around, but with feeling different. Like, things were perfect, but almost too perfect for me, I think. I never thought about it until recently I guess, but things were always like that. Always...perfect."

My mom nodded. "They were, weren't they?"

I shrugged. "But none of it was real, was it? This is real. Monsters, and dark whatever, and needing to go out and stop them from coming back anywhere."

My mom sighed. "Yes, mijo." She glanced around the room for a moment before continuing. "You...don't have to go, though." I looked up at my mom, surprised. She placed her hand on mine. "This life doesn't have to be for you."

I considered her words, and considered the options. Stay home, forget any of this ever happened, and continue living life as I knew it, or…

And that's when I realized, I would never be able to forget any of this. How could I?

[mino2aur]

hello again everyone due to my LACK OF MONEY i am STILL up to write whatever the hell u want

ill do like a thousand words for 30$ you can get less than that but i like doing a lot. i specialise in horror and will do erotica and/or fanfiction without question. smiles so sweetly

[kudos-2-you]

Writing comissions

Hey all, i'm opening up writing comissions currently because of a lot of personal stuff happening in my life and I absolutely hate doing this but i don't have a choice. i may become homeless after this month and I'm internally freaking out. It's also another reason I haven't been able to freaking write all my other fics and requests. (for those who have sent me requests those will still get done!)

anyway, some info:

Fandoms i will do:

Hazbin Hotel Helluva Boss Criminal Minds Percy Jackson and The Olympians* Magnus Chase* The Amazing Digital Circus The Kane Chronicles* The Sandman The Owl House * (this will probably be updated the more i can think of fandoms) *these fandoms still have young characters that i DO NOT feel comfortable writing nsfw for. if you want cute little moments and angst, cool. but nothing nsfw.

Prices: 500 words - $4 1000 words - $8 2000 words - $12 3000-4000 words - $15 +$5 per every 1000 words over the 4000 word limit

Deadline:

i work sunday night through thursday mornings, so please please please note that when you commission something from me you will get it between thursday afternoon to sunday morning.

I will write: angst, hurt/comfort, nsfw, age regression, enemies to lovers. Again there’s more and you can ask!

I will not write:

Piss play, age-play (daddy kink is still on the table though), vore, Dacryphilia, somnophilia. There may be more and you can absolutely ask before sending in payment! If I can’t do it I’ll just respond your message with a no.

How to commision:

You can message me directly on here or my writing email, kudos2yous@gmail.com. if you have a genuine question about what i will write go ahead and ask. or if there's a specific fandom that i didn't put down you can ask! i usually like a lot of things lol.

Your comission can be sent through a google doc or posted to Ao3!

Payment:

Once you're set with an idea and pairing payment is done upfront in my Ko-Fi, and if requested, I can send you parts of the draft as I write it.

[noxthesynners]

Trying to raise $780 to be able to pay off this phone bill and for a week in our hotel room. It's too expensive to pay every day. There are ways you can support us! This is urgent, we need to be able to pay them before 11am Monday 3/24/25 or we will have to leave and throw our stuff out. Please spread the word so we can try to get funded for a week, or a least a few nights at a time.

Our last urgent issue has been taken care of, but we are always in need of support until this situation is resolved. Job searching is hard without a phone, and paying daily as said is much more expensive than paying weekly.

You can help by purchasing a commission (we offer writing and art commissions) or outright donation, or you can help by sharing our posts on various social media platforms including Tumblr. We are on Bluesky and Mastodon (because Meta/X are fascist garbage) so if you're on either of those please follow us so you can share our posts there as well.

For commissions: Ko-fi, Discord (mention this post when you join, 18+ only, must be ready to buy a commission if you join the Discord)

PayPal: noxjackson1987@gmail.com, Cash App: $noxsender or $noxsyn, Venmo: noxthesynners, GoFundMe. (Currently cannot log into the account managing the fundraiser because our phone is off, GoFundMe logged it out and requires a phone code and getting the number changed is too much hassle! If we could get one big donation there it would be a life saver.)

[arenabreadandbiscuits]

Can't tell me that Adam can't shake all that ASS he got 😩 imma need him to toot that shii up. Matter of fact:

Lucifer definitely spanks him when he needs it and even when he doesn't.

Bro probably didn't even know how to shake his hips like that until Lucifer got his hands on him and showed him a thing or two 👀

Lucifer definitely has fisted that man and if he hasn't he constantly thinks about it.

Lucifer the type of mf to tell Adam to sit on his face, nude and full force. Bro tryna suffocate fr.

When they cuddle there's times where Lucifer plays with his ass. If not that he may even get down and press his face against the cheeks.

Lucifer would definitely eat his ass if Adam allowed it. Like no hesitation. "Well... Hurry up and strip, I'm hungry..."

I'm finna say some fr outta pocket shii, it's 3 am, lets continue tomorrow ~~~

(( ^^ me sleeping tonight holding my blanket while distantly dreaming it's Adam's fat, juicy ass. ))

[lawrencespen1777]

Howdy! Heard you're taking requests!

I was wondering if I could request fainting because whumpee hid the fact they were sick? Something more on the softer side where whumpee wakes up to being taken care of and tries to apologize, but caretaker is having none of it.

(sorry if this is like too specific 😣)

@not-nyx

Not at all, my friend. I hope it meets your standards:

“Are you going to eat it or just stare at it?”

“Hmm?”

“The toast.”

“Oh. Right. Yes…the toast.” W picked the toast out of the toaster with his fingertips and dropped it onto the plate in front of him, swallowing thickly at the smell that wafted up. He had no intention of actually eating the breakfast he’d just made. It was only done to keep up appearances.

C appeared suddenly beside them. Or maybe they’d been there the whole time and W was just too focused on acting like himself that he hadn’t noticed. “You’ve got to stop working so many hours. You look exhausted.”

“I’ll think about it,” W mused. It wasn’t the long hours at work that drained him, it was the long hours after work spent shivering and aching, vomiting with his knees planted on frigid bathroom tile. He started when C grabbed his arm. “What?”

C was watching him closely, reading his eyes as you would your favorite book. “Are you alright?”

W’s stomach leapt, but not due to nausea. He was now less than six inches from C’s lips, an intimate scene he’d dreamed of for months now dampened by his need to puke. “Of course,” he mumbled.

“You’re shaking. Something’s wrong.”

W’s face grew warm. “I’m fine,” he insisted trying to push C away. “I promise. It’s just a stomach bug.”

“Please sit. You’re slurring your words.” C conjured up a chair from the table where their own breakfast was long forgotten.

The ringing in W’s ears had become so distracting that it took him a moment to even process what C was telling him. “I do feel a bit dizzy I guess,” he admitted both to himself and to his friend.

“I know. You’re freaking me out. Please sit for a second,” C begged. “You really, really don’t look good.”

The alarm in C’s voice moved him against his will. Maybe he would sit, just for a moment, just for C’s peace of mind. He aimed for the chair, really, but with the room spinning it was difficult to even find the chair. He vaguely heard the swears of his friend as he fell forward, momentarily felt the sting as his head connected with the counter. Then it was peaceful…for a moment.”

“W? Oh God.”

“I’m okay.”

“I told you to sit. I told you that you were going to pass out.” The alarm in C’s voice had turned to panic. “Why didn’t you tell me you were sick?When’s the last time you ate something?”

“M’not sure. I’m sorry.”

C seemed to soften at this. Their eyes crinkled into a comforting, although quite unbelievable smile. “Don’t be sorry. You’re sick. Probably because you work so hard. Exhaustion will do that.”

“I need to go to work.”

“Absolutely not. You’re going to bed. Do you think you can stand?”

“Maybe.” C pulled him up and after a few unsteady moments of swaying, he found his sea legs again. Regardless, C refused to let him go and seconds later W was crashing into his soft bed. A heavy blanket soon followed and before he knew it, sleep had already come for him. “Please don’t go,” he whispered as C stood.

“Just turning off the lights. Get some rest,” they whispered. “I’m here when you need me. I promise.”