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moonsandmischief · 6 years ago

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Rules/What I Write

*Updated 2025*

**updated constantly**

What I Write

Fandoms I write for:

I write for Marvel, Supernatural, and AHS. (in order of preference)

For Marvel, I will write for the following characters:

Loki

Bucky Barnes

Wanda Maximoff

Natasha Romanoff

For Supernatural, I write for:

Sam Winchester

Dean Winchester

Castiel

For AHS, I write mostly for Evan Peters’ characters. But I do have a couple other characters I might write for, you can just send me an ask with a request for a certain character and I might do it. (But it has to be AHS related.)

The following are the American Horror Story characters I will write for:

Kit Walker

Jimmy Darling

James March

Elizabeth March/The Countess

Kai Anderson

Imagines/One Shots:

Occasionally, when I’m looking for requests, I will reblog or post a prompt list. Feel free to send a request for a one-shot from one of those. Or, if you just have a random idea that you want me to write, feel free to send that in too!

Blurbs:

Shoot me a short prompt, I’ll write it! It won’t be as long as a one shot (obviously) but I will try to make it as good and long as possible!

Headcanons:

I’ll do headcanons for lots of characters, I’m much more flexible here. If you want a headcanon for a character, send me the idea and the character!

Series:

I might do a series every once in a while, but to me it has to be well-liked for me to write another part. If you ever want another part to an imagine, don’t be afraid to tell me!

Rules

First things first, I don’t want any hate on this blog, whatsoever. This is a hate-free, bully-free zone. Please be respectful to others.

Feel free to send me anything! (questions about me, questions about what I write, random questions, opinions... etc.)

Smut/sexual content is completely allowed on my blog! But just a warning, if you want me to write any smut, it might not be as good as my other writing because it’s not my specialty. I can try, though! Also, I might not get to it as fast. It’s just not my go to or specialty.

I love it when people ask for opinions or anything like that, so feel completely welcome (and encouraged) to send me anything about anything! I love seeing people in my inbox!

I DO NOT give permission to anyone to copy my work onto any other blog and/or website.

When requesting, please include any specific information you would like me to write. I do not care if a certain request is specific. In fact, it gives me more of a backbone for the story, so that I know exactly what you would like. **I might change some requests a little bit IF necessary**

Keep in mind that I am a person, and I do have other things that I have to do. This is not a job, it is a hobby. Writing can take time, so when requesting, don’t expect them to be done and posted in a week. I don’t get paid for this whatsoever, so the only reward I get at any time is feedback. This does not mean I don’t enjoy writing, though, I love it!

If there is any malfunction on my blog that I need to fix, please tell me. Like if there is a malfunction on a masterlist or just anything in general, please let me know so that I can fix it.

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If there is anything that you still have questions about, just ask :)

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evilwriter37 · 7 years ago

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Writing Commissions Are Open!

These are writing commissions based on fanfiction only. I will not be taking anything that is not a fanfiction request. Do not send in commission requests through my askbox. PM me instead with the details.

What I’ll Write

Fandoms: How to Train Your Dragon/Race to the Edge, Teen Wolf, Supernatural, Trollhunters, Voltron (If you know me, you’ll know that I mostly write fanfic for HTTYD/RTTE.)

Pairings: Pretty much any pairing

Ratings: Any rating. In the request, please specify what you would like your story to be rated. I will write anything ranging from general audiences to explicit/nsfw. I am comfortable writing smut, graphic depictions of violence, gore, non-con, and dub-con. I am comfortable writing this, but that does not mean I won’t write lighter topics and fluff upon request.

So basically, I’ll pretty much write anything. I don’t have a lot of boundaries when it comes to writing. My comfort zone is wide.

What I Won’t Write

pedophilia

incest (unless it is canon or implied as canon in the content the fic is based off of)

bestiality

genderswaps

Very strong AUs, meaning I won’t write something like modern AUs or AUs where there are no dragons or monsters and the like. AUs I will write would be something like a rewrite of an episode or an alternate ending to an episode.

Anything with OCs. I do not know these characters, and hence would not know how to write them. I will only write with canon characters.

*As the author, I reserve the right to decline a request based on my own comfort level.

Pricing and Payment

1 cent per word. So for example, a 2,000 word story would cost $20.

Payment will be done in two steps. I have a PayPal, and the link will be shared privately through PM with the client. When I feel as if I am halfway done with the story, I will send a small snippet to the client to prove that I am in fact writing it, and give the current word count and price for that half of the story. I will not continue the story until the first half has been paid for. Upon completion of the story, the client will then pay the remaining amount for the second half, and then will receive the story. The client is allowed to check in with me at any time to see how the progress of the story is going. Upon completion and final payment, it is up to the client if I am allowed to post the story publicly.

Commission Slots and Time Frame

I will have five commission slots open at a time. It is on a first come, first serve basis, and I will keep people updated on when slots are open, and when their story has been started. Once the story has been started, I will give myself a time frame of two weeks to complete it. This may change due to current things going on in my life, or the nature of the story itself. I may also complete the story ahead of the two week time frame.

Note

I will not be adding in extra words or random filler in an attempt to gain more money from you. I want this to be honest, and so I will be concise in writing the story, and only use as many words as I need.

Samples of My Work

From Bruises and Boyfriends (HTTYD/RTTE Fanfic)

Snotlout didn’t really like coming back to Berk. He’d tried to stay behind, saying that someone needed to guard the Edge, but Hiccup insisted that the Edge would be fine for a week and that they were long overdue for a visit. Hiccup was right, and Snotlout missed his mom, but he didn’t miss his dad. Right now, he wanted to be as far away from him as possible. They’d only been back a day and Spitelout had gone at him, yelling and swinging his fists. Those fists had hit in a few places, but luckily the bruises that were forming could be hidden by Snotlout’s clothes. He couldn’t hide that he’d been slapped in the face though, but luckily it was dark. His cheek was still red, still stinging. It was for that reason that he hesitated before knocking on the Thorstons’ door. That and it was late, but there was light coming from the windows. He hoped Tuffnut was still awake. Everyone knew his dad yelled at him, but Tuffnut was the only one who knew that he went so far as to hit him. Of course he’d tell his boyfriend that. He needed someone to tell all this to.

Snotlout frowned, lowered his fist. It was stupid though. It had been a stupid fight and he didn’t feel like he should be feeling as bad as he was. Everyone’s parents got angry with them from time-to-time. Maybe hitting was just a thing that fathers did to their sons. Maybe he was making a big deal out of nothing.

But then he tried to picture Fishlegs’ father hitting him, or Stoick hitting Hiccup, and he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t do it because it was so unlikely, so ridiculous and improbable. It wasn’t a thing that the others went through. It was just him. He was allowed to feel bad about that, wasn’t he? He was hurting, both physically and emotionally, and he didn’t want to be alone right now.

So, he gathered his courage and knocked on the door. He didn’t have to wait long before it was opened by Mrs. Thorston. She was a tall, middle aged woman with bits of gray in her braided blonde hair.

“Hi, Mrs. Thorston.” Snotlout rubbed at his face, suddenly feeling conscious of the red mark on his cheek. Light was spilling out from the doorway. He wondered if it was visible.

“Snotlout, it’s a little late, isn’t it? Is everything alright?”

“What? Yeah, yeah, everything’s fine.” He made himself lower his hand from his face. It would look suspicious if he kept it there any longer. “I’m just looking for Tuffnut. Is he awake?”

“Aye. Do you want to come in?”

“No, that’s okay. I’ll just wait here.”

Mrs. Thorston nodded. “I’ll go get him then.” She closed the door, and Snotlout was relieved to be back in the dark again, and without her having mentioned his face. In about a minute the door was opening again and Tuffnut was stepping outside.

“Hey, Snotman. What’s up?” He went in for a hug, but Snotlout put a hand on his shoulder to stop him, warily looked around. He knew it was stupid to think that his dad had followed him after he’d left the house, but he still felt nervous about showing such public signs of affection.

“Can we go take a walk?” Snotlout asked. “To the beach maybe?” He doubted anyone would be there. They could be alone.

From Don’t Hold Back (HTTYD/RTTE Fanfic)

“Y-you know? I think your Flyer hit me in the head,” Hiccup said, though he was scared out of his mind. What was that substance that Krogan was going to force into him? What was it going to do? “I can’t remember.”

“Alright then. Have it your way.” Hiccup had nowhere to go as Krogan grabbed for his face, squeezed hard, forced his jaw open. Then the liquid from the vial was being poured into his mouth. It burned his tongue like too-strong alcohol. He choked, tried to spit it out, but the way Krogan was holding his face and tilting his head back was keeping him from doing any of that. It went down his throat, and he swore he could feel it settle in his stomach, or maybe that was just the dread. Krogan let go of him and he coughed, made a face.

“Wow, that tasted awful.”

“You’ll find yourself wishing that that was its only property,” Krogan said as he stood and placed the now-empty vial on the table. “You’ve encountered a Triple Stryke, yes?” He folded his hands behind his back.

“Yeah…?” Hiccup affirmed nervously, waiting for Krogan to explain what he had just been made to ingest.

“Remarkable dragon. Especially the tails. All venomous, each with a different type.”

Oh no. Oh gods. He’d been forced to swallow a dragon’s venom. Thor knew what that would do to him. The hair raised along his arms. When would it begin taking effect? What was that strange warmth he was beginning to feel throughout his body? Was he just imagining that? Had it started already?

Krogan began circling around him, leisurely - a cat that knew that its prey was helpless and so was gloating over the soon-to-be-victory. “One venom numbs and paralyzes the victim.” Hiccup swallowed hard. He doubted Krogan had given him that one. “The second causes terrible hallucinations, like a waking nightmare.” That one? Had he given him that one? Though, Krogan seemed more likely to induce physical pain rather than emotional. The heat was building. He felt like his skin would be hot to the touch. “And the third one, that makes the victim feel as if they’ve been set aflame. It causes no actual damage. Just tricks the body.” He came around to face him again. “Know which one I gave you?”

“N-not one.” Hiccup felt like he was going to be sick. The thought of the third one… More tears welled up. The heat intensified, pain crawling into his senses. “Th-third one!” It came out as a cry. It got bad, and it got bad fast. One second it was an unpleasant heat, and the next molten metal was coursing through his veins. He couldn’t hold himself up, collapsed to the floor, shrieking out his agony. He writhed, twisted, arched and kicked, trying to fight it off, to find some position where it didn’t hurt so much. There was none. Every part of him was on fire. He was being engulfed in flame, burned alive. He should have smelled his own flesh burning, should have been choking on smoke. For the moment he forgot where he was, what he was doing, forgot everything save for this pain. He had thought he’d known the meaning of the word pain before. He hadn’t. Anything before this was laughable. No suffering he’d had in his life could possibly compare to this, and combined, the various injuries he’d sustained through the years couldn’t amount to this. Not even his leg. He’d been unconscious for that, hadn’t felt it being blown off of him. There had been pain after, still was pain, but nothing like this. Never like this.

From Angels Do That? (Supernatural Fanfic)

Cas gasped in pain as Dean gingerly touched the loose feather on his right wing. There was a strange sliding sensation and then it was out, drifting down towards the floor. His pain lessened quite a bit when it was gone.

He sensed Dean bend to pick it up.

“Whoa. This is like, longer than my arm.”

Cas chuckled at the comment. He could picture the look of amazement on his face.

“Can I keep it?” He asked the question almost shyly.

“Yes. Of course, Dean.”

“Awesome. I should get a case for it, hang it up somewhere in here.”

“You know angel feathers are also very useful for spells,” Cas offered. He didn’t mind one of his old feathers being used in such a way.

“Why would I ever do that?” Dean asked in what sounded like horror. “That would mean I’d have to cut it up and crush it. I could never! Not to one of yours!”

“Dean, it is hardly special. I lose and gain feathers just like that one in a cyclical fashion. I don’t become attached to them.”

“Dude, it’s an angel feather. It might be nothin’ to you, but to a human? Damn.”

Cas smiled, now understanding Dean’s perspective. Of course such a thing would be a marvel to him.

Dean placed the large feather on the bed next to Cas, then went back to caressing the flight feathers.

“Thank you so much,” Cas breathed. Dean’s careful touch felt so good compared to the pain he was in. And helping with grooming was no small task considering how large his wings were.

“Of course, Cas.” There was a smile in Dean’s voice. “I’d do anything for you.”

They fell into comfortable silence. Dean kept stroking his wings even though he was done grooming, and Cas let him. There was a sense of emotional bonding to it. He could tell that Dean knew how big this was. Angels only ever showed their wings to fellow angels. There was no record of an angel ever showing a human their wings. As far as Cas knew, he was the first to do so, and he would probably be the only one. He was the only one that had fallen in love with a human, that had had the capability to.

“Dean, I love you.”

“I love you too, Cas.” He said it casually, as this definitely wasn’t the first profession of it.

Cas folded in his wings and turned to Dean, grabbing his face with both hands. The man was shocked by the movement.

“No, Dean. I love you.”

Cas was feeling so much emotion he didn’t know how to show it. So he met Dean’s beautiful green eyes, pulled him close, and kissed him.

From Weak and Broken (Supernatural Fanfic):

Castiel stood before a mirror in one of the bunker’s many bathrooms. Nerves crackled a strange heat in his belly.

Maybe I shouldn’t…

He hadn’t looked at his wings for months, and if he went through with it now it would only be his third time of doing so after the Fall and getting his grace back.

The return of his grace had been an amazing thing: an explosion of new life and energy and power. But it had also been terrible. Amongst the glorious, ecstatic return of it, there had been pain, a burning and an aching that he’d never felt before. His wings. Or what was left of them. They had burned and broken and left nothing but raw flesh and bone. As a human he couldn’t fly, and, restored to an angel, he still couldn’t fly. It felt like a stroke of cruelty from the universe.

He felt no pain now though, with the power of his wings separate from this form unless he summoned them. And now he was considering doing so, to see if they had finally begun to heal.

With a deep breath, he called upon them. There was a ringing and a bright white light, then awful, terrible pain. Tears threatened to form in Cas' eyes, not only from the pain but also from the sight of them.

The angel had manifested his wings in a form nearly devoid of grace, as a physical construct that wouldn't burn any lesser beings’ eyes. But, looking at them in the mirror, it felt as if it was doing just that to him.

They used to be so beautiful.

Castiel no longer recognized his own wings. He remembered them as a huge, lovely expanse of golden-brown feathers, as strong appendages that could lift and carry him at speeds beyond a human's imaginings... Not these ugly, horrid bones that stretched out like too-big, skeletal fingers. A small covering of down was beginning to grow to cover those however, and he could see budding stems of primary feathers.

There was hope. But the look of hope almost made him feel sick. These awful things extending from his shoulders could never compete with what they used to be, and what they would hopefully be again. He would just have to wait, and that would take a very long time. It would take years.

From Room for Two (Teen Wolf Fanfic)

“If I have it, I don’t share it.” The creature dragged its bandaged fingers across the rusted pipes, moving with an awkward, inhuman lope. “If I share it, I don’t have it.” The male voice was slightly muffled by the sharp teeth that protruded from the bloodied mouth, all that was visible of the face, the rest in old, ragged bandages. The teeth glinted in the flickering light from the dying cell phone, held in a shaking hand with long, pale fingers. Stiles took in a quivering breath of cold air, trying to clear his head and think. He gripped his phone tighter.

“Who are you?” Stiles’ voice came out as a whimper and he pulled himself up from the hard cement floor, leaning on his elbow. “W-What are you?”

The creature ignored his questions, slinking back out of the reach of his light, feet making a dragging sound on the floor.

“What is it, Stiles?” The teasing voice came from the other side of the room and Stiles flipped around in a panic. He couldn’t move his right leg for some reason. It felt heavy. Tears stung in the corners of his eyes.

“I-I don’t know.” He sniffled, then did so again. It was freezing, absolutely freezing, and he was shivering violently.

“What is it?!” The angry roar came from another direction, the corner to his left, and he was forced to maneuver again.

“I-I don’t…” Stiles trailed off, a tear leaking from one eye and down his chilled cheek. He’d done this before, hadn’t he? He was having a strange sense of déja vû. He knew this dark basement, knew this cold, knew this acute sense of panic and confusion, knew that if he shined the light over his leg he would see a steel jaw trap around it.

His phone died.

“No, no,” he muttered, hitting it, though he knew it wouldn’t come back to life, that he would be left like this in total darkness with that thing in here with him. “No.”

Stiles slammed it on the floor with a frustrated shout. It didn’t break. He was too weak to do that.

“I thought you liked riddles, Stiles.” There was the dragging of feet again, the voice slowly circling around him. He squeezed his eyes shut to hide from the impenetrable darkness in front of him. His breaths were frightened and heavy, accented by chattering teeth.

That’s all I have for my samples, folks, but you can check out my Ao3 page for more of my writing!

#writing commissions #commissions #writing #fanfiction #httyd #rtte #teen wolf #supernatural #voltron #trollhunters #please reblog and signal boost

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