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Updated prices! Rent is due and I still don’t have running water in my home. I haven’t had a proper bath in over a month as of this post and I’m considering standing outside in the rain. The eldritch horror has wares if you have coin.

Fandoms include but are not limited to:

Elden Ring, Skyrim, Zelda, Moon Knight, Teen Titans, Cookie Run, Undertale, UTMV, Marvel Comics, DC Comics, Gravity Falls, Danny Phantom, Lord Of The Rings, and world mythology in general.

I will not write Harry Potter.

100-word drabble: $10

1k and under: $25

Over 1k: $50

Over 2k: $11 per hour

Poetry: $11 per hour or $30, whichever price is higher.

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Commission ad!

Hello hello, I’m a poetry/prose writer in dire need of rent and food. I understand the typical thing is to say what minorities I’m in and how many disabilities I have to persuade you with, but I’d rather let my work speak for itself.

My typical genre is fantasy, and depending on if I’m familiar with the source I’ll happily write fanfic. Angst, hurt/comfort, romance, even dead dove content is negotiable. Smut is also negotiable, but I will not sell smut to anyone under 18.

Prices:

100-word drabble: $5

1k and under: $20

2k and under: $40

Over 2k: $9.25 per hour

Poetry: $9.25 per hour or $25

Feel free to DM me for more details!

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https://docs.google.com/document/d/1ttyuV9iD2GYLXLasH1PN28zznf0o8ZMf0JWNQ4TGN1k/edit

Prince Leviath of Envy has returned to his rightful place after long absence. What does that mean for him? What does that mean for the circle?

For starters, he probably needs to take a walk.

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VMV and Leviath are by @faemytho

VMV blog @vampire-mythoverse

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“Are you sure you would ask this?”

The little skeleton’s hand tightened on his bow despite the rattle of his ribs, hollow eyes glimmering with trembling steel as his jaw clacked sharply. “Yes. More than anything.”

All around the cavern, towering ash-marked sentries stood by rising pillars of bone, spears kept easily in hand. Up the rising swell of some great spine from the too-soft lulling grasp of soul sand, the master of the cave floated quietly and looked upon this frightened child. He was frightened- but he did not raise his bow, only his chin and brittle voice. Samekh found this... interesting, though the sight of small metacarpals clenched around a weapon had them sinking softly closer to the earth, sand twisting and twining up in voicelessly screaming tendrils to form something like a robe. Granules of sand drifted out to form reaching hands, but the small skeleton did not flinch. If anything, he moved toward them with a glare.

The hands dispersed, dropping as useless sand to the ancient spine beneath them, and the boy’s gaze snapped back up to the towering shape of The Wither.

Something between soul and shadow sighed, and Samekh frowned. “You should not do this. You are not meant-“

“What am I meant for, then?!” he snapped. “I’ll never age. I’ll never- do you know what fourteen even means?! Most boys my age would have been looking for wives, I could have started a farm, a life- I may be this now, and I understand that, but you cannot tell me this is not my fate. I will tell you what my fate is.” The skeleton- Biritu- threw his bow to the sinking sands and pointed back towards the entrance in a stiff clatter of bones, dead eyes all but blazing. “My fate is to take back what was taken from me, from my family, from all of us. I may be dead, but I am not done. I want to protect what we’ve made, what you’ve made, what- you built this, you made a sanctuary for everyone who doesn’t want to be hurt, for everyone who doesn’t want to fight and we love you for that. We love you, we want to help, and I want to fight. Because this is my home, this is my family, and I can’t spend the rest of my eternity training and training and waiting at the edge of the cave to see if the people who love me and taught me to use a sword come back safe before dawn. I can’t waste this. I need them. I love them. I’m ready. I’m just... too small.”

The soft rattle of bone echoed quietly through the cavern, and Samekh felt their guards try to disguise subtle stiffenings, tightenings, clinging to their iron poise. The boy was right, of course. He would not age. Several thousand years was a long, long time to be fourteen, but no guardsman would ever take a stripling boy into the sunlit lands to be killed.

Biritu’s pale teeth gleamed in a sudden flare of soul-fire as the ground at their feet caught flame, faces swirling and moaning in the slow-churning sand. The Wither’s impassive white eyes watched him step a foot right into the blaze, unflinching as his bow began to sink and the sand slithered over bone toes. “Bury me, and I’ll come back. I can fight, I can ride, I’ve been reporting back on cave spiders for years- let me do something more. You know I can. I can’t age.” The skeleton’s fist clenched, voice hard. “I can’t age, but I’ve clawed out of a grave once already. I can become one of yours.”

Samekh listened to the life in that undead voice, the fury, the passion, the agony. It’d been far, far too long since a fresh wind had blown through these shattered halls. Did they even remember what it was to flame like this with growth? With drive?

...not particularly, no. They couldn’t remember ever loving quite like this.

“Say it, then. Ask me your question once more.”

The skeleton straightened like an old oak in the storm without hesitation. “Make me a wither skeleton.”

Dark brows lifted slightly, and their amusement caught the boy’s eye just enough for the Wither to sense a little embarrassment in his bones as the guards shifted beside their spears. This might, perhaps, be something very needed in their ranks.

“Yes.”

They could feel themself smiling, and idly wondered when that happened. It almost felt like a heartbeat in their chest, or a sunrise without fear.

Judging by the way the sentries peeked from their posts and poorly stifled smiles, it suited them rather well.

Time to give a child his second undeath.

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Some original Minecraft fanfic.

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They say we worship Death and Depravity

Bluer than nitrogen

Greyer than pain

Lips black with vanity

And acid rain.

I come before you, Lucifer,

First of the Fallen,

And shake out my ragged hair.

Sing:

My name is Icarus

My name is Endymion

My name is sweet-plunging Sappho.

My name is phoenix

And beggar

And king

Of myself, my flesh, my refrain.

I am black from kissing the sun, o my brothers,

I am black from my funeral pyre,

I am blackened from staring too long at the gods

I am blackened from loving the fire.

What ash lives in the grave where I grew?

What ash feeds my exultant hue?

A flower is hungry,

My siblings,

My cousins,

I eat myself to become new.

Phaeton crashes the chariot of day

I steal his reins

I crack my chains,

O sun and stars I am the thing

That climbs the lattice of dream and decay.

I write myself in the light of the sunrise

I write myself in the ash of my youth

I write myself in bone and blood

And seal my fate with a coal-black kiss.

Let me fall in the meteor shower

And ride the wave of dawn,

I do not cut my charred hair off

I wear it proud

I wear my crown

For in that screaming, brilliant descent

Of hell and fury and recompense

I am become light

I am become dreams

I am become hope to any who sees

I scream gold and creation and red and life

And from that dying-birth wreckage and strife

Ballast burns away

Ballast burns away

Ballast burns away.

They say we worship Death and Depravity

But their other name

Is Love.

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A poetry commission for a friend, requested theme: fire.

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Hello hello! This place is currently under construction, but welcome to my commissions.

About me:

Over 21, they/them, various kinds of queer and neurodivergent, pagan.

Fanfiction writer for several years, published poet.

Favorite genres include fantasy, supernatural, action, and horror, especially psychological horror. I also write pagan and LGBTQ+ content, as well as erotica.

More to follow!

Tags:

#transformation (fanfics)

#theophagy (pagan work)

#dovetail (poetry)

#lampblack (original work)

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