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Opening commissions to help out with the cost of bills, bipolar medicine, and pet care this month. please see this link for my commission info.
if you don’t want/need to commission and you want to donate, that’s totally acceptable too and my paypal is paypal.me/writteninthestcrs and my cashapp is $stories writtcn(without the space)
even a reblog will help me, thank you.
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Flash pay as you want commissions sale that will likely last all month as i am severely low on cash. As long as you pay a dollar or more, you can get a banner, a promo, or a theme background (no promises on the quality as i'm a newbie but i will try my best!)
banner examples: x x x x x
promo examples: x x x x x x
theme background example: x
if you wish to donate, that is also acceptable.
cashapp: $storieswrittcn
venmo: @ storieswrittcn
paypal: paypal.me/writteninthestcrs
please reblog and spread around, thank you!
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I do not have the mental capacity to do commissions right now. However, I'm dropping my cashapp and paypal cause I am broke and starving. If you message me, I will keep a list and make things for you when I feel better mentally should you choose to donate.
Cashapp: $storieswrittcn
Paypal: @ writteninthestcrs
You are, of course, under no obligation to help. I simply figured it would not hurt to post.
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It’s dark - darker than before and she’s sure that means it must be nighttime by now. How long had she been gone? Lydia wiggled her fingers slowly - attempting to move her wrists - the plastic tie biting into her wrists. The chair she was in was hard - her body aching in several different places. She could feel a warm sticky liquid near her head and new the blood from earlier was slowly drying.
Lydia had been walking back from class, heading to her car when the blow to the head came. She couldn’t remember much more than that. She’d woken up in a darkened factory or building of some sort not long later.
He was gone for the moment - not far though, she knew that. She’d been forced to watch as he killed the other girl - choking her with a sharp wire and then tossing her body aside like she was nothing.
He’d cleaned up and then took the body - but she knew he’d be back for her and if she didn’t find a way to get out of here she’d end up just as dead as the other girl and Lydia couldn’t let that happen. She struggled against her bindings - the plastic cutting into her skin as tears streamed down her face.
@writteninthestcrs Plotted starter
#well tнe bαɴѕнeeѕ hαvιɴɢ aɴ oғғ dαy│lydia interactions#v; noт yoυr average нero│heprofiles; Malcolm#writteninthestcrs#hopefully it doesn't suck lol
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Oh, he likes that look in her eyes. A certain gleam of mischief that matches his own. He allows her to grab his hand and tug him along. He doesn’t see the harm in going to castle town but the others aren’t always the safest. Something tells him that she wants to go FURTHER than Castle Town, though.
The pout makes it DIFFICULT to resist her. How can he say no when she is looking at him like that? “The fields and the way to Zora’s domain is dangerous.” He can protect her but do they want to take that chance? “Are you sure you want to go?” Epona would make the way there easier but still, the danger is there. There are STILL monsters lurking about.
With a lead like that, she cannot help but to lose hope. It sounds as if he has no intention of obliging to her wishes, and she begins to think she will spend the rest of her evening amongst these stone walls. Just when she is about to dismiss her suggestion and pretend it never happened, he asks her of her certainty. Did this mean he would take her…?
“I am absolutely certain. I mean…how dangerous can it truly be? You are the hero that saved Hyrule, and I….well I believe I have my fair share of experience given my seven years spent in hiding.” Impa had taught her well during that time, and that fact had not been kept a secret from Link. He knew she’d been the one aiding him in his journey during that time.
“Does this mean you are agreeing?”
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♡ - A STARTER FOR @writteninthestcrs ( FOR HARRY )
“Harry, you are so much better than being someone’s lackey. TRUST me, I should know.” She cooed at him, genuinely feeling like he could be so much more, and she wanted to see him grow. Honestly, she just wanted to SEE Him, she always did have a fondness for him.
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@writteninthestcrs & descendants - ben !
❝Do you ever think about your graffiti?❞ Ben knew that she was pretty good when it came to spray paint and walls. She’d done it a few times before and he’d seen her work when he travelled to the Isle - he was curious to see if she ever felt the urge to keep that tradition going. Because she’d all but stopped pretty much every “bad” habit that she’d gained while living on the Isle. Ben didn’t want her to lose part of her identity, to lose any part of her self - just because she was on Auradon, just because of the reputation she had to uphold. He was sure that he could find a space for her, should she want it.
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"As happy as I am to see you little one I can't help but be a little concerned with the news Vladimir told me," Vladimir said as he led Malcolm into the living room of his Manhattan hotel room and moved to get coffee he had made for the young man he had known since Bright was a boy and the tea he had made for himself.
"Consulting with the NYPD and visiting with your father?" He asked as he brought the drinks over and sitting across from his guest. "I understand why you did it and commend you but you are family to me and mine." The Sarmatian/Celt knight smiled softly then. "As you so charmingly pointed out once... grandpa always worries and wants the best for his brood."
#Character: Malcolm Bright#rp posts#Verse: When one is lost to legends (Modern Verse)#writteninthestcrs
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@writteninthestcrs / monroe sc.
The appearance of Nick told Monroe all he needed to know. Somewhere, there was TROUBLE considering Nick wouldn’t just drop by in such a disheveled state. The clock he had been working on was set aside as well as his glasses set down on the table. ❝ Part of me’s hoping you’re here to invite me for a drink. You know, what NORMAL friends do. But I’m guessing that’s not why you’re here. Just tell me a bunch of blood isn’t going to be involved. ❞
#( monroe | don’t say heel | interactions )#writteninthestcrs#( abracadabra; I’m not here | queue )#you didn't specify muse so#i just assumed nick and not crossover
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@writteninthestcrs
Being a lead investigator on the case was not his favorite thing. Or getting called directly to the crime scene. Some explaining to a few faces that didn’t know him, no the dog wasn’t going to contaminate the scene and so forth. Last to arrive clearly taking in the figure looking around purposefully. “So what’s the details so far?”
Midnight sat down patiently in the entryway.
#writteninthestcrs#(I hope this is alright)#(Thanks for following- and we can plot if you want or would like anything in this changed)#(Love your blog a lot and writing as well)
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EMERGENCY COMMISSIONS
Hi, I know you guys are probably tired of seeing this but I'm opening pay what you want commissions. Donations are also completely accepted.
The reason? My cat is sick, he has a lot of liquid coming from his eye and I need to get him seen ASAP. I've had him for five years and he means the literal world to me. I'll post pictures of him down below, he's precious and a sweetheart and I can't even imagine life without him. I'm very worried this might be very serious.
I only need to raise $53 for a vet visit and then whatever the cost of medicine or whatnot will be which I do not know at the moment.
Donations are accepted and highly appreciated but I am also willing to work for it.
If you wish to donate my cash app is $storieswrittcn and my Paypal is paypal.me/writteninthestcrs
see this link for commission info
pictures of my precious cat under the cut:
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Opening commissions to help out with the cost of bills, food, bipolar medicine, and pet care this month since i am running low on money. please see this link for my commission info.
if you don’t want/need to commission and you want to donate, that’s totally acceptable too and my paypal is paypal.me/writteninthestcrs and my cashapp is $storieswrittcn and my venmo is @storieswrittcn
even a reblog will help me, thank you.
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✦ *◞ @writteninthestcrs ♡ ‘d @ mal.
❝ i run this maze, ERASE my steps with lips that lie, with EVERY breath ❞
killing me slowly ― bad wolves.
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Stay the night -- it’s always at hers. Never at Rue’s -- she doesn’t want to handle that, the topic too much for her anxious soul, right now she’s spun and stuck with her mother always wondering, wondering, turning up bedrooms and looking for evidence that she was slipping. Wants to tell her that it’s all because of Jules, here, that she isn’t, that threat of having her friendship pulled from BENEATH HER SHAKING LEGS enough to stop her cold. And at first it’s easy, she likes to think that drugs can be replaced by the spectacular now that Jules exists in.
But it feels like something’s humming, SQUEAKING, in the background, a rusting wheel that turns in her head and reminds her that something’s missing. In fact it’s the feeling of being missing that’s absent with her now, and it gnaws and it pulls and when she’s feeling weak and ignored all she wants is to take a dive into a bottle filled with pills and disappear, here. And Jules does that more than sh ever wants to admit, there’s either a boy or maybe it’s her, maybe she needs too much, maybe she’s just, too much....
Doesn’t ask though, can’t afford to know the answer as her stare finds hers in the semi darkness of her room while they change into borrowed clothes and PJs. Rue in something that feels entirely too girly and shows off more of her figure than she knows what to do with, but, for her, she DOESN’T MIND AS MUCH. “So, uh...” there’s a nervous twitch inside of her, a smile that comes a little slow, but is always there when she’s around. “How was... New York? Your buddy?” why did you leave me, I needed you, I needed you.
a starter for @writteninthestcrs // jules
#writteninthestcrs#❝ r. bennett ❞ ┆ interactions ┆ i didn't build this system !#❝ r. bennett ❞ ┆ canon verse ┆ drugs are kind of cool !#❝ threads ❞ ┆ the revolution will be televised !
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running her fingers through her blonde locks, ava looked down at the book that she was reading. she didn’t know what these quiet moments felt like. it was honestly a little bit surreal. but yet, here they were. the legends, plus her and gary, were all seated on sun lounges by the ocean. they had done something similar before, she however didn’t go but this time, she sure as hell was going. but as she sat there, the sun hitting her body and the smell of the ocean. it was perfect. she was glad she was here. hearing a voice, ava turned her gaze to the blonde beside her “I’m sorry my love, did you say something?”.
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