Commissions Are Open Again!

Nov 4, 201211 min read

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Published: Nov 4, 2012

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Commissions are open Again!

Status:

For trades if you can't write I except drawings as well, just note me and we can talk about it.

If you want a plot line, characters, or Fanfiction tell me. I will write it to the best of my abilities!
I need info about the character's. So please note me.

What I will not do
Anything 18+ (Mainly referring to sexual themes. I don't mind writing about gore or blood)
yaoi/yuri

For a Reader insert or oc
Points are based on how long it is (Stated Below) If you want a series with Chapters note me and we will talk about a price.

Reader Insert
Ex: Pirate!England X Slave ReaderAuthor's Note:
Please!!! If you fav, Comment!! I need to know if my writings are liked, and feedback on what I should write next or what I need to change, helps me.
Enjoy The Story!!
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Chapter 1:
Pirate!England POV~
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Captain Kirkland and his crew just lands on the island to resupply. As he and his first mate are heading to the market. The captain is going through the list of items he needs to get.
I need more corn, flour, ropes, chains, and I could also use a new sword, he thinks.
The market is full of vendors. They yell out great deal on this and a bargain on that.
"Here, go and get the rations I have on that list. Meet me back at the ship at two o'clock sharp. There will be consequences if you are late," Captain Kirkland orders him first mate and gives him a list of food items.
"Yes, Captain," The Naga!England x Runaway!Reader (Commission)Author's Note:
Please!!! If you fav, Comment!! I need to know if my writings are liked, and feedback on what I should write next or what I need to change, helps me.
Enjoy The Story!!
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Reader POV~
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"Dang it! Not now! Come on don't die on me now!"
You scream at your slowing car. The gas gauge is pointed at 'E', and finally, after a lot of yelling, your car comes to a stop on a dirt road in the middle of a swamp. The car just had to die now huh? You wipe your wet and red eyes as you get out of the mud covered black jeep. You get your backpack from the passenger seat next to you and start walking. The air is muggy, the trees are a dark green color, a fog is setting in, and everything is just slimy. You shiver at the environment. It reminds you of an old horror movie you watched, and no one survived. You shake your

For a short story 20
Ex: Viral's TrialAuthor's Note:
Spoilers if you have not seen Episode 17 of Gurren Lagann
Please!!! If you fav, Comment!! I need to know if my writings are liked, and feedback on what I should write next or what I need to change, helps me.
Enjoy The Story!!
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Seven years after the war against Humans and Beastmen ended Viral is captured by Team Dai-Gurren, and is sentenced to jail to wait for a trial by Simon and the others.
Day of Trial: Viral stands in the center of the room as the defendant in his case. His hands and feet are in chains to insure that he will not escape. He stands alone on a platform while members of the human government and Team members of Dai-Gurren, whom he had fought against many times, sit comfortably in their seats at a distance away in triumph. Viral feels like an animal in a cage. As the arrogant

For a long story 30
Ex: Merman!France x Artist!Reader (Commission)Author's Note:
Please!!! If you fav, Comment!! I need to know if my writings are liked, and feedback on what I should write next or what I need to change, helps me.
Enjoy The Story!!
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Reader POV~
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You are standing on the beach. The warm sand, sliding through your barefoot toes, feels amazing. The salty air from the ocean hits your body, drying off your wet two-piece swimsuit with a flower design. The beach is clear of people. No one is in sight for miles. You just stand there enjoying the view. In front of you stretches as far as you can see the clear, blue, and sparkling water of the ocean. The sun is drowning in the ocean, creating fireworks of colors on the horizon. The sunset is so breathtaking, and for the first time in a month your artistic mind starts running again. You run as fast as you can to your be Jack Frost x Artist!ReaderAuthor's Note:
Please!!! If you fav, Comment!! I need to know if my writings are liked, and feedback on what I should write next or what I need to change, helps me.
Enjoy The Story!!
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Reader POV~
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“Are we there yet?” Your ten-year-old cousin speaks the classic and cheesy line that a kid would say on a road trip. Then like the first domino the others join in.
“Ya, when will we be there?” “How much longer?” “I can’t wait to get there!” “This Christmas vacation is going to be Awesome!”
While your relatives chime in, you sit in the backseat with headphones in your ears listening to your ipod, wishing you could be anywhere but here.
“We are here!” My enthusiastic mother explained.
“Yesss!!” All my nieces and nephews rush out of

For a Haiku's 5
Ex: WarPain is all on the
battlefield shouts crying out
for the paradise. AlonePeople go people
come. I see them all around,
but I am alone.

For short poem 10
Ex: Red LightThe moon shines
and turns the world red.
The voices tell lies
as I sit in my bed.
"Kill kill them! They hate you! They say you are worthless! They abuse you!"
NO! Stop! Why won't these voices go away!
They are not new.
"We are here to stay."
I give in.
I give up.
The voices win.
I'm ready to cut.
I hold the knife high over their sleeping bodies,
and their screams fill the night.
The voices are armies.
Never leaving from my sight.
Here on the blackest night.
The moons shines its red light. The Lie (Commission)I love her with all my heart.
I thought nothing could tear us apart.
I should have known.
That I could never atone
For what I had done.
“Come on son!”
I say out loud.
I should have never gone with the crowd.
I should of known the one thing she would not forgive.
Is my one sin.
I lied to her everyday.
There’s nothing else to say.
I pretended to be something I’m not,
And it made our relationship rot.
Now she’s gone.
I will forever long
To hold her again
And make up for my sin.
No more childish games.
No more funny names.
No more laughter
Until after.
I can see her again.

For Long poem 15
Ex: The Never-Ending StringI first felt confusion…
Anxiety.
Irritation.
Annoyance.
Pain.
Separation.
Anger.
Then…
Hate.
This is what we have come to be.
You started to change
Slowly…
Then these emotions I came to feel as you changed more and more…
Confusion…
Anxiety.
Irritation.
Annoyance.
Pain.
Separation.
Anger.
Then…
Hate.
You did this, not me.
I do everything to please you.
I respect you,
obey you,
and work hard for you;
but
all you do is yell.
I can never escape this never-ending string of that sound.
It's always there.
You hide it in society,
but
when we are alone, the string is unraveled.
Do you know what you've done?
You've ruined us.
You did this not me.
Do you know; I've seen a world without you through my heart's eyes,
and it's better than the one now?
You caused this world that I wish for.
All I can do is slide on the string.
As my hands burn,
I look for the end. The Last TimeI stand here frozen from fear formerly felt.
I do not see through my eyes the two doors in front of me welcoming me to a new life.
My memories of you are flashing fiercely from the eyes of my heart.
I let you in.
I told you my sorrows.
I gave you my heart.
I stayed by your side.
I caressed you in my hands.
I loved you.
You pretended to care.
You pretended to love.
When we become one:
You hurt me.
You abused me.
You used me.
You cheated on me.
You didn't love me.
Then I found him.
He is different.
He is real.
He cares.
He listens.
He tells me his sorrows.
I tell him mine.
We were both abused
both used.
We both are broken.
We both take it slow.
We still haven't kissed, but we both know.
This is real.
This isn't fake.
I think of you, and I want to run.
I want to be chained to never be loved.
Then I think of him, and I smile.
It's time to move on.
Time to open up.
To let him in as I once let you.
I open the doors wide open.
I am ready to walk down the aisle for the last time.