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You can mainly reach me on discord, and tiktok. I reply fastest there. I do not always reply immediately, though, so be patient, please. I am one man.
I am pretty lenient with what I write, I do not really care what I am asked to write, if I am paid, and I can do it, chances are 99% of the time, I will do it. As for drawing, I am still lenient, but keep in mind it will take longer, and I cannot do EVERYTHING. But I can try. I will inform you before you pay if I can perform your offer or not.
I write mainly only on AO3, I have two accounts on there, but I will probably only send one.
You do not have to pay me through cashapp only, if you have discord, I do accept gifts from there. Do note that the name on my cashapp is NOT my legal name.

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Examples Of My Work!

1 - "The Amiarians are aliens, often possessing the form of humans, or using humans as a host for their parasitic “offspring”.
Standing at 8-10 feet (243-304 centimeters).
They possess no morals, only a hunger for hunt, blood, and control.
They interfere with other species, and their desire to hunt humans, as some areas are almost crawling with Ami-Offsprings."

2 - AMI-OFFSPRING.
The offspring possess features of whatever species they were mixed with, and bulging veins from mixing with the Ami-DNA.
Their eyes are larger, and extremely dilated, noses are flatter, and their skin has a slight ivory tint.
They do not have proper working vocal cords. They can only wheeze and whimper.
These things should not exist, and cannot survive properly in any conditions, as Ami’s do not stay for their children. They die. If lucky, they’re able to spread the infection, before death.

3 - Nikandros frowned, sighing quietly. He closed his book, and placed it on the ground next to their bed. "Ast." He began, Anastasius perked up, a look flickered in his eyes, he looked back at the ceiling. Nikandros continued, also staring at the ceiling now. "There's a reason all of this is happening, I don't know yet, but." Nikandros sighed heavily. As if he were holding something inside. "I know something good is gonna come from you doing this." He looked over at Anastasius, who was still gazing at the ceiling, but he could see it. The slight quiver in his chest, the small huffs he made as he tried to control himself.
Anastasius was tearing up.
"Nik. Do you actually think there's something worth going back to? This.. Primitive land. We've learned everything about it. We've blended with their customs, their everything. But.-"
"But we are still aliens." Nikandros finished his sentence. The two locked eyes, he could see Anastasius' tears clearly now.
"We'd be aliens everywhere, Nik. We have NOTHING to go back to. The fire, you saw what it did to the Ancients, and how they fled, how they had to fight, it's what got them here. WE had to fight, too. We would have to fight if we went back. We can't go back. Even if I want nothing more than to go back." Anastasius wiped at his face, and laid back down, staring at the ceiling once more. "We've been here for years. They've had us on some sort of booster, to keep us alive, but not modify our bodies. We are just a way to get to a solution." Anastasius huffed, tugging at the blanket.Nikandros knew where he was coming from, he couldn't argue much with him. He laid down himself. "Goodnight?" He asked, although, he already knew the answer, judging by how Anastasius was rolling over. But, Nikandros had one last question. One that he couldn't bring himself to say, he knew it would get Anastasius upset.