writeyourfandoms

[writeyourfandoms]

Here's what you can expect:

* Fandom Focus: I'm happy to dive into almost any fandom – just ask!

* Collaborative Process: We'll start with a conversation where we discuss your fandom, your specific needs, and what you envision for your commission. I want to understand exactly what you're looking for!

* Draft & Feedback: You'll receive one draft where you can provide feedback and request any changes or additions.

* Refinement & Final Product: I'll incorporate your feedback, and after a single revision (or two, if needed!) you'll receive your finalized, polished piece.

* Flexible Turnaround:

* Shorter commissions will typically be completed within 1-2 days.

* Longer, more involved pieces will take 3-5 days. (Word count and complexity will influence the exact timeframe).

Important Note: While I'm thrilled to explore new ideas, I reserve the right to decline any commission that I'm not comfortable with.

* Please message to see writing examples, previous pieces etc.

* Payment is PAYPAL ONLY

Why Choose Me?

I'm a passionate writer and a fellow fandom enthusiast! As a university student trying to make some extra money, I'm dedicated to providing high-quality writing and excellent customer service. I'm eager to work with you and create something truly special. I can't wait to hear from you and bring your fandom dreams to life!

Let's get the conversation started! Send me a message today to discuss your commission ideas. I'm so excited to see what we can create together!

Writing Example Below:

A low hum vibrated through the hallway as Lance walked towards Wanda's room, his intention to soothe her frayed nerves. He passed Pietro's door, a sliver of darkness visible beneath the slightly ajar frame. Normally, he wouldn't intrude, but the faint sounds of shifting within – a restless stirring – piqued his curiosity.

He paused, his gaze drawn to the crack. Leaning closer, he pressed his hand against the cool wood, peering into the shadowed room. Pietro lay in bed, shrouded in the deep indigo of closed curtains. A faint, ethereal glow, a shimmering, light-blue mist, swirled around his sleeping form, almost like a living vapor. Lance's eyes narrowed. Pietro’s body twitched, his limbs jerking in a silent struggle. "What the hell?" he muttered, pushing the door open and stepping inside.

The blue mist pulsed gently, revealing what looked like floating runes etched in light. As Lance approached the bed, his hand instinctively reached out to touch Pietro’s shoulder. At his touch, the kicking ceased. Pietro’s eyes snapped open, the door slamming shut behind them with a sharp *thwack*. Lance spun around, but before he could react, Pietro’s hand shot out, seizing him by the throat. A strangled gasp escaped Lance's lips as Pietro yanked him violently onto the bed, his fingers a vise around his neck.

“Hey! Pietro—” Lance croaked, his voice ragged. Pietro’s grip tightened, cutting off his breath. Desperate, Lance clawed at Pietro’s hands, but the younger man held firm, his eyes burning with an unnatural, glowing blue light in the darkness. Silence stretched, broken only by Lance’s desperate gasps. Then, Pietro’s voice, chillingly calm, echoed in the small room: “What’s wrong, Lance?”

With brutal efficiency, Pietro pinned Lance to the bed, his body a heavy weight. Lance felt the air leave his lungs, his vision blurring at the edges. "Can't fight back? You're supposed to be stronger than me. Drop a ceiling on me or something. Do something!" Pietro hissed, his voice a venomous whisper.

The room began to tremble, then the entire mansion shook violently. Lance's struggle weakened, his eyes rolling back as darkness threatened to claim him. Pietro leaned closer, a cruel fascination in his gaze as he watched the color drain from Lance's face. The pounding of Lance's heart under his grip was almost intoxicating. "I've never felt power like this," Pietro whispered, his voice a chilling caress.

As Lance finally went limp, a faint sigh escaped Pietro's lips, punctuated by a shaky laugh. "Shit," he muttered, looking around the room. He would need a very good excuse.