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STORY COMMISSIONS NOW OPEN!
Have you ever wanted someone to write story about your OC? Have you ever had a hard time finding fanfiction for that one really specific ship/kink/AU? Do you have a trigger that’s difficult to avoid in your fandom’s popular fics? Do you have a nerdy friend with a birthday on the way? Do you just want a story about your Warden / Shepard / Lone Wanderer / Hunter and not somebody else’s?
I can help you!
Doesn’t matter how silly it is, how angsty it is, how out-there the premise is. I can write it, and it won’t suck. No really. I’ll write anything. Stack the AU details. Ask for explicit content. Give me a pairing and a song to fit them to. Write yourself into the story. I’ll write anything you want.
I’ve had years of writing experience, including requests and gift fics. Here’s some writing samples:
“It all started with a prank. And it was all Veten’s fault, really. Though he’ll tell you it was Caxia to blame, not him. After all, she was the one talking smack about the Quarians and the Geth – unquestionably a touchy subject. If you want to be absolutely technical, it was Karr who went through the door. But then, if you want to trace it back that far, you might as well just blame Pitne Bok for sending us all to the damn place, because if she hadn’t shown up with the address we would never even need to worry about this at all, because we wouldn’t know. And I’d say that ignorance is bliss in this case.
Of course, none of this finger pointing helps at all with the situation I’m in right now. I really need to figure out what I’m going to do with this bomb some time within the next twenty seconds. Nineteen seconds. Eighteen seconds.”
- Sample from The Cleanup, a Mass Effect-world OC commission
"It was hard to hear with the rush of blood in her ears, but Vriska was vaguely aware of the woman’s words. “I told you when I took you on,” she was saying in her cool, measured voice, “You’re mine now. My girl.” The woman circled her, narrowing in on her prey. “Don’t you remember when you called me mother?”
Mother. Yes, Vriska remembered. They all called her mother, those who worked for the Spider. She took them in. She took care of them. They ran off to do her bidding but always returned. It was a sticky web, hers. Her children never could leave her for long.
That had been Vriska’s mistake.”
Excerpt from Blood In, A Homestuck Humanstuck Mafia AU commission
If you’re not convinced, tell me and I can put you in touch with satisfied customers. I can also provide a link to my AO3 for further writing samples. I’ll be happy to clear up any questions if you’d like to send me an ask.
I’d like to be able to pay for gas. You’d like to read your very own, personal story. Let’s all walk away happy!
Hit me up at recreationalcannibalism.tumblr.com/askor email me at htisthinking.gmail.com
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