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The power went out here so here… lol… this is some of my personal works… Hope you enjoy a snippet of the zero draft <33
Middays in the Wisconsin summers were a treasure you couldn’t even begin to name.
But is a different thing when you and your best friend, but almost your boyfriend, lose power when you’re back at your second home. He paces the room, his eyebrows dripping with a salty sweat.
“What the fuck are we gonna do?” Yuma complains, rubbing his hands together. “All our food is bad. The fucking roads are blocked by trees that we can’t get clear until tomorrow.”
“Hey,” I explain, stepping closer. My fingers reach to the collar of his shirt, and I pull him closer. “Look at me. We’re okay. We’re gonna be fine.”
He tips his head back, dropping his hands. He chuckles softly, “Wanna read me a manual on how to stay so fuckin’ calm during disaster?”
“It’s not disaster!” I laugh, shaking my head side to side. “It’s a chance to… turn off our phones. Light some candles, let the night flow into moments that we have full control over.”
“Viv…” All of Yuma’s worries seem distant. Broken. Crumbled away, by just the lull of my creative tone. “We should be freaking out, but… with you, I feel… as though my mind is finally in its right place.”
My eyes narrow, realizing how in tune his thoughts are with his verbal language.
“Never have I ever… told any lies.”
“Hey,” Yuma snickers, a mocking tone in his voice. “we agreed before that any mind games were off limits. Because of your talent—”
“My DNA,” Vivi corrects. “A talent is learned. DNA is passed on.”
“Case-by-case,” He shrugs, “It you would’ve let me finished, I was going to say ‘Because of your talent and your special DNA…’ I’d argue that I fall into both of those categories, as do you. My mother was a musician. I was given her talent to strum a guitar. Pluck a piano key and know beforehand exactly what it sounded like before I was even five.”
I blink, “And me?”
“You fall into the talent category, because you have a natural born talent on reading minds,” he explains, sitting down on the couch and leaning over to grab the candle and the lighter against the side table. “And because it was given to you through your mother’s blood, it’s a part of your DNA.”
The right answer to my question was ‘I’ve told lies’. It flashed in his mind before I could even get the chance to attempt to block it.
“Can you hand me my… necklace of maple?” I point to it, closing my eyes before I hear his worry blaze through my skull. Having this power is a curse, because you can’t even cover your ears to block it out. The unlit candle and it’s lighter, he passes it over.
I fidget with the lighter, holding the candle upright as he reaches for the necklace on the table. He puts it around my neck, as I light the candle shakily.
I whisper a soft, “Alright” before I let the glass go, setting it against the table.
“You okay now?” He backs away, tilting his head. “Usually you don’t need it unless you’re in big crowds…”
“Yeah, fine,” I say softly. “Sometimes when you stare at me… Your thoughts get loud.”
He gulps, dropping his gaze to my hands. But then, he turns his head away, closing his eyes, “Sorry…”
except it’s all thanks to my friend for the small details to add <3 (thank u andi for your WONDERFUL snowstar headcanons)... this is just my little extension of your thoughts!!):
”calm in eachother’s storm”
zayne tries to fix his boyfriend’s sleep schedule, but is lowkey tired of trying
xavie naps in zayne’s office
common interest: books – first date ever was a bookstore date, where they picked each other out a book based on fave genre and such.
xav fell first, zayne fell even harder!!!
if zay reads for him to go to bed, xav would give him a “sweet treat” possibly chocolate strawberries
zayne: autistic
xavier: ADHD
thusfore they would infodump on each other when they really start to know each other…
definitely some debate nights i think… silly debates ofc
xavier is the only person that zayne can really have a smooth conversation with without putting up any filters
defintely would listen to each other, and ask each other to elaborate if needed.
Surgeon Con: Zayne goes, and Xavier carpools because he has a convention to go to nearby
Hunters Con: Xavier, Tara, MC, everyone in the Hunter’s Association goes to this convention,
would definitely have a hotel together, would definitely be intimate and they would definitely turn it into some romantic getaway.
xavier would definitely help zayne practice speeches, vice versa.
xavier drags zayne to lunch, and eats all of his carrots. zayne would definitely ask to get enough dessert for the two of them to share (and even a little extra), (and then when Xavier asks for the bill, zayne takes it before xav can and pays for the two meals & desserts with his card).
extension on to that, during the winter especially, zayne goes out to start the car, so xavier waits inside and asks for two more desserts, enough for the two nights that zayne plans to stay at xavier’s apartment.
zayne is for sure the cook… xavie i love u but no cooking for you…
zayne would definitely find ways to incorporate protein and vegetables into xavie’s meals so that he has enough energy to get through… the next hour or two. DEFINITELY prepares microwave hotpot and/or bento meals every time he goes to work.
i do fully believe that zayne teaches xavie the basics on cooking and baking…
xavie still can’t cook a pot of noodles without burning the water, but he can bake a really good cake… (he throws in extra eggs for the moisture!)
zayne overworks himself in his home office, and xavie definitely tries to tempt him into bed. It takes him a few tries, until he gets the best idea. desk pet xavier?? They R BOTH FREAKS YOU GET ME YOU GET ME
my commission for a friend - ariasorbit on ko-fi !
(thank you concern, ml <3 )
subject: sylus qin , tags: nsfw, please only read and interact with this if your 18 and up. this content is between two consenting adults. you have been warned that this is mature content !
Your throat moves as I inch closer, causing myself to shift further inside you. You moan loudly this time, your thighs trying to squeeze together. But since I’m right in between them, I force them back apart softly.
“Like I said, baby,” I start thrusting in and out of you slowly, and deeper each time. Your moans are pleasure to my ears as I feel your beautiful thighs adjust around me, finally allowing yourself to relax. “Good, my love. I didn’t even have to remind you with words. You knew
where I was going with that.”
You squeeze your eyes shut as you feel something coming on. I know exactly what it feels like, and that’s what makes our intimacy even greater. I can see your desire before you even feel it, because I have the same desire. You.
Your intelligent mind, when I need some help with something vital happening in the N-109 Zone. When I need someone else’s opinion, I allow myself to turn to you, because I trust your judgement.
Your tired stance every time you finish something you’ve been stressing over, the way your hot cheek rests onto my chest.
The last glance in the mirror every time you head out of the building, checking to make sure that there’s not a single flaw in the way that you present yourself.
Your smile, the way your small dimples appear as I wrap my arms around your waist, kissing your neck gently. Whispering that you are the most beautiful partner that a man could ask for.
The tight feeling of you around me causes me to burst inside of you. You curl your toes, gripping my wrists tightly as you are taken to a different universe, finishing all over me. Your legs tighten around mine, and I hear myself letting out a guttural groan as I pump the last bits of my cum inside of you.
i have made the final decision to start a ko-fi for my priced works! a few weeks ago i was scrolling on etsy and found a similar artist just like this, but ... after some time, my friend and i put our heads together and realized that it was ai the entire time ... i am against ai in any creative spaces .
to be a bit vulnerable with you all , i have been struggling a lot with money as of late . i have a part time job but it's not nearly enough to cover my bills and rent all in one ... plus my health condition makes it hard to work , so it's just a huge cycle that i just can't get out of . i really didn't know what else to do , other than this . i have been putting this on and off for months , but it's finally time !!
i hope you guys give it a try, even once, see if you like it! i'll make sure not to disappoint <3
my ko-fi is ariasorbit , i don't offer returns as it is a digital project. however , i will revise my work however many times you see fit . i write for multi-fandoms , if i do not know your character , i will be doing a ton of research . if you have any other questions , please let me know ! and if you're able, please leave some tips <3
thank you all so much, i hope you all have a lovely day/night!
my art 😛 hope you enjoy <3 i do also have commissions open for writing atm, art comms will be open soon on kofi!! follow my tiktok (orbitalaria) for more!!
Chaos erupts around you in the foggy ruins on the edge of Linkon City. The growls of beasts emerging from the shadows. Your Hunter's Watch flashes warnings: several Elite signatures are closing in fast. A Galewing, with rocky wings made from jagged debris, slices through the mist like a predator. A Patrol, with its huge drill-like head and bulky canine-like body, A massive Malachite lurks near the cliffs, its huge form pulsing with power as vines twist around it like whips.
The Galewings attack first, moving so fast it becomes a blur as it dives from above. Its wings of broken rock spread wide. You turn quickly, your boots scraping on the wet, cracked pavement as you dodge the first slash. Adrenaline floods your body. You fire your weapon in short bursts, the recoil jolting your arms as energy blasts hit their mark. The wonderer lets out a piercing noise that echoes off the buildings and staggers, its shape flickering before it steadies, now even angrier, and attacks again, pushing you back with its blows.
The Patrol gives you no time to recover. It bursts from the ground in a sudden explosion. It lunges from your blind spot, making you dive into a desperate roll. You fire as you rise, hitting it mid-leap. Shards of light scatter like falling stars. It yowls with a harsh, mechanical sound and strikes back with quick attacks.
The Malachite controls the thick, thorny vines that whip through the air in long-range attacks, always keeping away from close combat. One vine lashes at your legs. You jump over a fallen beam, firing as you go, and hit its core with a sharp crackle. The landing jolts your knees, sending pain through your legs, and another vine brushes your sleeve, thorns ripping the fabric.
They close in, the Galewing dive through the fog, the Patrol bursts out of the ground in surprise attacks, and the Malachite's vines snap from the edges. You run backward, your heart pounding, dodging between broken pillars and rusted metal frames. Your breath is ragged, and your lungs burn, but you can't stop—stopping would mean death, you had to make it until back up got there.
The Galewings screech and attack with a fierce lunge, its talons tearing up the ground where you just stood. The Patrol causes tremors underground, warning of its next attack, while the Malachite's vines grab at your ankles.
Then the ground betrays you as you twist away from a sweeping vine that grazes your side; your heel snags on a jagged chunk of rubble hidden in the mist. The world tilts violently, time stretching in that horrifying instant; your stomach drops as you slam down hard onto the unforgiving pavement. Pain explodes in your knees—raw, grinding agony ripping through your knees, fabric shredding as blood wells up hot and sticky.
Fear grips you, raw and intense. You're down and exposed as the wonderers close in like wolves. The Malachite's vine wraps around your ankle and pulls hard.
No, not like this, you plead, twisting desperately onto your side with a rough grunt. Your arms tremble, but you push yourself up, ignoring the pain in your knees and your pounding heart. You fire blindly at the views as you scramble to your feet, your knees screaming with pain at every move.
The Malachite pulls back, its vines twisting and tangling together. Just as the vines tense to strike again, a sudden flare of blue-white light bursts through the fog. Energy rounds sizzle overhead and slam into the ground near the beasts, forcing them to scatter. Shouts echo through the ruins—your backup has arrived, clad in reinforced armor, weapons blazing. Several Hunters fan out, laying down covering fire and forming a defensive line between you and the monsters. Relief surges through you as you spot their familiar silhouettes.
At the front of the squad is Xavier, his blonde hair gleaming even in the low light. He wields his sword with casual confidence, always a step ahead of the wanderers. You catch his eye, and he gives you a quick, reassuring nod before diving back into the fight.
It's not long before the Hunters finish off the last of the wanderers. As the noise fades, you spot Tara sprinting toward you, weaving between fallen debris with surprising speed.
Tara skids to a stop in front of you, eyes wide with worry as she scans the blood on your knees and the torn fabric of your uniform. "Are you okay?" she gasps, reaching out to steady you. Her hands tremble, but her grip is firm. "We need to get you to the hospital."
You shake your head quickly, grimacing as you try to stand tall. "No," you say, forcing a weak grin. "I'm fine. If Zayne finds out, he'll hate me and probably ban me from duty for a year."
Tara hesitates, her frown deepening. But then she sighs and nods, letting you lean on her as the rest of the team regroups, you finally convince them you're fine, and it's just your knees that got hurt.
You limp through the dark streets. Each step sends a new jolt of pain through your knees, and blood seeps under torn fabric. dust streaks your uniform; each mark is a reminder of how close you came to disaster.
The adrenaline fades, leaving your muscles shaking and your body aching. Every breath burns in your lungs. The fear digs deeper—what if you hadn't made it back? The door to your apartment closes behind you, shutting out the night, but the fear stays with you.
You step into the dim light of your apartment, the door clicking shut behind you like a final punctuation on the chaos of the night. The air feels heavier here, thick with the scent of gun oil and something metallic—familiar, but laced with an undercurrent of tension that sets your already frayed nerves on edge. You kick off your boots with a wince, the movement pulling at the raw scrapes on your knees, and start to shrug out of your ruined jacket when you notice them.
Caleb sits in the armchair by the window, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp as he swirls a single bullet between his fingers, his Evol humming faintly with that eerie, controlled energy. Across the room, Sylus leans against the wall, one leg propped casually, his long fingers methodically cleaning the barrel of his gun with a cloth that gleams under the low lamp light. Neither of them moves at first, but you feel their gazes on you like weights, assessing, knowing.
Your heart stutters, and you freeze mid-motion, the jacket half-off your shoulders."What happened out there, pipsqueak?" Caleb's voice breaks the silence first, low and steady, but with that edge of command that quickens your pulse. He doesn't look up from the bullet, but you know he's already pieced it together—the blood, the limp, the exhaustion etched into your face. You startle, nearly dropping the jacket, your numb fingers clutching at the fabric. "I—it's nothing."
Sylus scoops you up into his arms, and the two men head to your bathroom. He sets you down on the edge of the bathtub, his hands lingering on your waist as Caleb kneels in front of you, pulling your pants down with careful precision to expose the angry, bloodied scrapes on your knees. The fabric sticks in places, pulling a hiss from your lips, but they don't stop until the wounds are bared—raw, gravel-embedded, and stinging in the open air.
"Easy now, kitten," Sylus murmurs from behind you, his breath warm against your ear as he steadies your shoulders. He reaches for a clean cloth, dampening it under the faucet, while Caleb grabs the first-aid kit from the cabinet.
Sylus starts first, wiping away the dirt and dried blood with surprisingly tender strokes. The cool water soothes the initial burn, and you let out a shaky breath, leaning back slightly into his chest. He works methodically, controlled, his touch never rushing as he cleans your battered knees. Caleb watches for a moment, then joins in, dabbing at the deeper cuts with a fresh cloth, his callused hands unexpectedly soft.
Sylus stands and turns on the bath faucet, testing the water temperature with his wrist before nodding to Caleb. "Strip her down, Colonel. She's filthy."
Caleb helps you out of the ruined clothes, peeling away the layers with gentle tugs. You sink into the warm water as it fills the tub, the steam rising around you like a veil, easing the tension from your aching muscles. Sylus kneels beside the tub, rolling up his sleeves, while Caleb positions himself at your head, his fingers threading into your hair.
They wash you with a quiet intensity, Sylus lathering soap along your arms and back, his palms gliding over your skin in slow, deliberate circles that chase away the chill of the night. The scent of your favorite lavender bath gel fills your nose.
Caleb washes your hair, pouring warm water over it carefully before massaging shampoo into your scalp. fingertips pressing just hard enough to melt the knots of stress. You close your eyes, sighing as he rinses it clean, the water cascading down your back in soothing streams.
The gentleness lulls you into a false sense of security. Their earlier anger seems distant, replaced by this tenderness. Maybe they're not as mad as you thought—maybe the care means forgiveness, that they've seen you're okay, and that's enough. You relax deeper into the water, letting the warmth seep into your bones, the pain in your knees dulling.
Sylus drains the tub and wraps you in a thick towel, gently drying you, while Caleb applies the antiseptic to your knees, now that they're fully clean. The sting flares anew, making you gasp, and he leans in close, blowing gently on the wounds to ease the bite of the medication. His breath is cool and steady, sending a shiver up your spine that has nothing to do with pain. "There we go, pipsqueak," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. "Almost good as new."
Sylus finishes the bandaging, wrapping the gauze with expert precision, securing it without a single pinch. Sylus scoops you up again, cradling you against his chest like precious cargo. He carries you effortlessly to the bedroom, the door swinging shut behind Caleb with a soft click that echoes in the quiet space.
Sylus settles onto the edge of the bed, pulling you into his lap with your back against his chest, his arms locking around your waist in a possessive hold. His lips brush your shoulder, a teasing graze that turns into a light bite, just enough to make you arch against him softly as you suck in a breath.
Caleb steps up in front of you, his hand cupping your chin and tilting it up so you meet his intense gaze. "You know the rules, pipsqueak," he says, his thumb stroking your jawline with deceptive softness. "Take stupid risks, and you get punished."
Sylus flips you onto your back, his large hands gripping your hips as he settles you back and spreads your thighs with his hand. At the same time, Caleb kneels, his dark eyes raking over your naked body with undisguised hunger, the heat in his gaze making your skin flush. Your body trembles in anticipation, every nerve alight as Caleb shifts closer, his broad shoulders brushing against your inner thighs, his breath hot and teasing against your slick, swollen folds as he leans down.
"Open up those pretty thighs wider for me, baby," he murmurs, his voice low and rough, laced with command. You obey instantly, parting them wider, exposing yourself fully to him. His hands slide up your legs, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh as he holds you open, and then his tongue delves in, hot, wet, and insistent.
He laps at your folds with slow, deliberate strokes, tracing the sensitive seam before flicking over your clit in teasing circles. The sensation builds like a storm, your hips bucking involuntarily as he sucks gently, then harder, his tongue dipping inside you to taste your arousal, humming against your skin. Pleasure coils tight in your core, your breath coming in gasps, muscles tensing as the edge approaches, only for him to pull away abruptly, his lips glistening as he denies you the climax with a wicked, knowing grin.
"That's for taking risks today," Sylus says, his crimson eyes gleaming with dark amusement as he watches you writhe, your body arching off the bed in desperate need, thighs quivering from the denied release. "But you're taking your punishment so well. such a perfect little Kitten."
Sylus takes Caleb's spot between your legs while Caleb's callused hands roam your body—palms gliding over your breasts, pinching your nipples into hard peaks that send jolts straight to your aching core. Sylus doesn't hesitate; his mouth descends on you, tongue thrusting deep into your wetness with a growl that vibrates through your core.
He devours you, alternating between broad, flat licks that cover every inch and precise, swirling pressure on your clit, his fingers digging into your thighs to keep you from closing them. Caleb leans in close, his breath warm on your ear as he whispers praises mingled with his own groans—"Just like that, so good for us, pipsqueak. Look at you, all flushed and needy, taking his tongue like you fucking need it."
They edge you twice more, each time pushing you to the brink—your back arching high, sobs tearing from your throat, fingers clawing at the sheets as the pleasure borders on pain, your body a trembling, sweat-slicked live wire.
You beg them incoherently, words tumbling out in whimpers, tears streaming down your cheeks as frustration consumes you.
Finally, they relent. Sylus maneuvers you onto all fours with ease, his hands careful around your bandaged knees as he positions you, your palms sinking into the mattress, ass raised high. He slides into you from behind in one deep, unyielding thrust, his thick length filling you completely, stretching your walls so good that it makes you gasp and clench around him, arching your back as his cock bottoms out inside you.
"You've earned it, took your punishment so well, kitten," he growls, his voice gravelly with restraint as he starts a deep and hard rhythm—hips snapping forward, the slap of skin on skin echoing in the room. Each drive buries him to the hilt, the angle hitting that sweet spot inside you that makes your vision blur. “So tight, fuck you feel so good, clenching around me like this." Sylus groaned
Caleb kneels beside you, his hand stroking down your back in encouraging sweeps, fingers tracing the curve of your spine as you moan. "Ready, pipsqueak? Be a good girl, yeah?" You nod eagerly, whimpering as your eyes roll back from the overwhelming sensations that they are giving you
Caleb watches you intently as Sylus continues, his thrusts growing harder, faster. Then Sylus's hand snakes around your hip, fingers finding your clit and circling it with expert pressure, rubbing in tight, insistent patterns that match his rhythm, building the heat until it explodes. This time, they let you shatter, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave, your walls pulsing wildly around him, body shaking violently as you cry out, waves of ecstasy ripping through you, leaving you trembling and breathless.
They don't give you time to recover, the aftershocks still rippling through your core. Sylus pulls out, only to reposition himself swiftly, lying back on the bed and hauling you atop him, his hands guiding your hips down as he impales you again, his cock sliding deep in one smooth motion that has you gasping, back arching sharply as he fills you to the brim.
"Breathe, kitten," Sylus soothes, his palms firm on your hips, thumbs stroking your skin as you adjust to the fullness. Caleb moves behind you, his body heat pressing close, and he aligns himself carefully—pressing in slowly, his thick length sliding into your pussy alongside Sylus's in a delicious, stretching burn that borders on too much, every inch forcing your walls to accommodate them both. The sensation is overwhelming—an exquisite pressure that makes your toes curl and your breath hitch, nerve endings igniting like fire as they fill you.
They begin moving, their cocks gliding together inside you, the friction of them rubbing against each other inside you sending sparks of pleasure through your body, making you whimper.
"Taking us both so well," Caleb grunts, his voice strained as he grips your waist, pulling you back onto them with each drive. "Good girl. You're doing amazing, pipsqueak—look at how perfectly you fit us, all stretched and wet for our cocks." The rhythm builds relentlessly, their bodies grinding in unison, hips rolling to hit every sensitive spot deep inside you—Sylus from below, angling up to brush that bundle of nerves, while Caleb's thrusts from behind add a pressure that makes you see stars.
"You're incredible, kitten," Sylus adds, his crimson eyes locked on yours, voice rough with raw desire as they thrust harder, faster. "So tight around us, taking every inch like you were made for this—made for us,” he groans, head falling back as his eyes close.
Their moans blend in with your whimpers and the wet sounds of their cocks plunging in and out of your slick heat.
"That's it, beautiful—Fuck," Caleb murmurs, his hands roaming up to cup your breasts, thumbs teasing your nipples as he leans over you, breath hot on your neck, his teeth sinking into the back of your neck, making you cry out, but then he’s soothing the sting with his tongue.
"You're so fucking perfect, taking our cocks like a fucking dream." Caleb breathes into the hair at your nape as his hips meet your ass in a deep thrust.
The pleasure spirals higher, your body tensing as another orgasm builds—your muscles clenching rhythmically around them, drawing groans from both men as their hips stutter slightly.
"Yes, cum for us,” Caleb whispers as his hand slides up your body and holds your neck, not tight enough to cut off air, but enough to make you whimper.
Then you're coming again, harder this time, the release tearing through you like lightning—body arching, toes curling, a scream ripping from your throat as ecstasy floods every sense, your vision whitening out. They hold you through it, thrusts never faltering, leaving you boneless, whimpering, utterly spent as tremors wrack your frame.
“Good girl," Sylus groans out through gritted teeth, his hands steadying you as you go boneless. "So fucking gorgeous when you let go like that—our perfect kitten, coming all over our cocks." Caleb groans in agreement, "You're amazing, baby."
Only after you come do they go after their own climaxes, thrusts speeding up, Sylus pushing up from below with urgent, hard snaps of his hips while he reaches around to rub your clit in firm, fast little circles, Caleb pounding deep from behind in strong, shaking thrusts as he leans in tilting your head to kiss you deeply, his tongue tangling with yours.
They urge you on with husky whispers of "Come with us, please baby," until they cum inside you together, filling you with spurt after spurt of thick, hot seed, their bodies going stiff as deep moans slip out.
The intense fullness, the added friction on your clit, the heat of the kiss, and their pulsing together send you over the edge again, your pussy tightening in a shaking orgasm that squeezes them empty, making them moan and shudder against you, waves of pleasure rushing through you until you're shaking and out of breath.
They tell you you're gorgeous and so fucking sexy as they pull free, wrapping you in their sweaty sticky warmth.
Sylus fetches a warm cloth to clean you up with tender wipes, his touch feather-light as he soothes any lingering sensitivity between your thighs.
Caleb presses soft kisses to your forehead and murmurs, "We got you," as they pull you into a cocoon of blankets, holding you close until your breathing evens out, their hands stroking your hair and back in soothing rhythms.
Sylus nestles in on one side, his body pressed close, the warmth of his bare chest radiating against your skin. His fingers trace lazy patterns along your arm. He presses a soft kiss to your shoulder, lips lingering as he inhales your scent, his breath slow and content. One leg tangles with yours beneath the blankets, holding you close as his thumb strokes soothingly, grounding you . The steady rise and fall of his breathing and the quiet beat of his heart lull you further toward sleep.
Caleb, on your other side, tucks the blankets tighter around you all, his arm draping protectively over your waist as he pulls you close into his warmth. His lips brush your temple—gentle, lingering, the press of his mouth sending a shiver through you. He nuzzles in, letting his breath ghost over your hair, the steady thrum of his heartbeat strong and steady. His hand strokes soothing circles on your hip beneath the blankets. His voice drops to a tender whisper, words meant only for you, low and rough at the edges.
i have made the final decision to start a ko-fi for my priced works! a few weeks ago i was scrolling on etsy and found a similar artist just like this, but ... after some time, my friend and i put our heads together and realized that it was ai the entire time ... i am against ai in any creative spaces .
to be a bit vulnerable with you all , i have been struggling a lot with money as of late . i have a part time job but it's not nearly enough to cover my bills and rent all in one ... plus my health condition makes it hard to work , so it's just a huge cycle that i just can't get out of . i really didn't know what else to do , other than this . i have been putting this on and off for months , but it's finally time !!
i hope you guys give it a try, even once, see if you like it! i'll make sure not to disappoint <3
my ko-fi is ariasorbit , i don't offer returns as it is a digital project. however , i will revise my work however many times you see fit . i write for multi-fandoms , if i do not know your character , i will be doing a ton of research . if you have any other questions , please let me know ! and if you're able, please leave some tips <3
thank you all so much, i hope you all have a lovely day/night!
