Calypso Madden

Hi! My name's Calypso and I'll write whatever you want. For more info, visit the pinned post!

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General info

Hi! Feel free to take a look around and click/tap away. All of my socials can be found here, as well as a step-by-step on how to send a request. 

Commissions {OPEN}

About me

My online name is Calypso Madden. I’m 20 years old and I’m in college. My hobbies are reading, writing, gaming, volleyball, and fashion. I mainly read fantasy and dystopian novels, but I like to write about any matter. My favorite games are Witcher 3 and any Lara Croft games. My volleyball player position is setter and my favorite fashion designer is Paolo Sebastian. 

Of course, you don’t know me or how and what I write. I will post my writing on this Tumblr page so you can get familiar with me.

What I write + how to send a request

I write virtually about everything, including nsfw. Think about your comfort character writing you a letter, or an alternate ending to a book where your character lives!

I write for multiple fandoms:

-> From movies/books /shows (real life)

Twilight

Fifty Shades of Grey

John Wick

Venom

Almost every Marvel adaptation

Almost every DC adaptation

Harry Potter

Sex and the City

Shameless

Orange is the New Black

Pretty Little Liars

The Vampire Diaries

Supernatural

Gossip Girl

Dexter

The Walking Dead

-> From movies/books/shows (animation)

Rise of the Guardians

Big Hero 6

Rick and Morty

Frozen

Cinderella

Brave

Moana

Practically any Disney/Dreamworks adaptation

-> Anime

My Hero Academia

Haikyuu

Jujutsu Kaisen

Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji

Attack on Titan

Tokyo Ghoul

One Punch Man

Saiki K

Death Note

-> Videogames

Witcher

Lara Croft

Cyberpunk 2077

The Last of Us (1+2)

GTA V

Persona 5

Elden Ring

The Legend of Zelda

Detroit: Become Human

-> Horror/action

Hush

#Alive

Unfriended

Venom

The Texas Chainsaw Massacre

Resident Evil (all)

IT

Slenderman

Jennifer's Body

The Boy

So many more... DM me!

What I write

Fluff

Angst

Smut/lemon -> Porn with(out) plot (DM me for specifications!)

Comfort

Angst with(out) a happy ending

Canon relationships 

LGBT+ stories

Alternative timelines/endings

Send me a DM if your request fandom/what I will write is not here. We can chat :)

You can send me a request through my email, my Patreon (if you are subscribed) or my Instagram (listed below). Please include in your name and a fun fact about yourself so we can get to know each other. Moreover, please write me a summary about what you want me to write about; plot, characters, any specific stuff you would like to be present in the story. Feel free to write me an entire novel in the DM; the more detail, the better quality I can provide. 

How to!

You can get stories from me in two ways: With a Patreon subscription or by requesting stories. On Patreon I share 1-2 stories a week for the private eyes and I take requests with a discount. For more information on that, please visit my Patreon! It is listed below.

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Contact

Email adress: [email protected]

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Prices

€1 per 100 words

(Psstt! Patreon members pay €0,75 per 100 words!)

So as it follows:

500 words: €5 1000 words: €10 1500 words: €15 2000 words: €20

And so on...

If your request requires a lot of research, I will charge based upon how much research needs to be done. Research provides quality!

Payment method

2 ways:

Subscription on my Patreon

Ko-fi

Payment must be done beforehand and in euros! Details concerning payments will be discussed in private.

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Commission example

Hi, everyone! This is a commission I did about a year ago. My writing has changed a bit since then, but my commissions basically look like this. The commission covered multiple chapters which allowed me to flesh out my client's OC to their wishes. My favorite commission I've done!

WC: 1128

Warning: Geralt of Rivia

1272, Novigrad 

Geralt walked up the small stairs leading to a mahogany door, quietly smiling at the flowery patterns on the edges. The tiny porch was adorned with two chairs, a table, and several different types of flowers blooming around the set. Typical.

He knocked on the door, twice, and waited. He noted where he stood, careful not to stand too close to the stairs. He heard soft footsteps walking towards the door, melodious humming following. Geralt prepared himself; opening his arms wide and planting his feet firmly on the ground. 

"GERALT!" 

Within a second, his face was engulfed by pastel pink hair as a body hit his chest with enormous force. He wrapped one arm around the woman and lifted her up so she wouldn't strain herself. He removed her hair from his face with his free hand, raising his eyebrows a the shortness of it. The wolf medallion around her neck met his own, causing both to tremble.

"We meet again," he greeted, chuckling quietly. She squeezed him one last time, briefly cutting off his airway. While lifting her in his arms, he walked into the house and closed the door behind them with his foot. 

After giggling in his ear, she let him go. And there stood Euphemiya, chipper as ever. He looked over over, noticing how her face hadn't changed one bit. Though, her once long hair now reached her chin in open waves, colored pastel pink hair instead of the violet she wore the last time he saw her. She grinned so wide he thought she would break her face.

"Oh my gosh, how long has it been?" She squeezed his forearms. "Wait, four- No, three- No, four- Oh no! It's been six months! Did you find Yen? How's Vesemir? Is Lambert still angry with me?" 

He led them to the kitchen of her happily decorated house (there was more pink and light blue in this house than anywhere in the world), while nodding along to her babbling.

"It's been seven months. I found Yen. Vesemir's fine, says you should come by Kaer Morhen sometime soon. Lambert was never angry with you," he calmly answered all of her questions, making himself at home in her kitchen. He poured some Kaedweni Stout for himself and another cup of apple juice for Euphemiya. "How've you been?" he asked as she stood up. "You still can't sit still for a second?"

She put her hands on her hips. "You've been asking that for ninety years,"

"You've never given me an answer," 

"And I won't satisfy you with one." Euphemiya promptly turned around and snapped her fingers, causing a bunch of knives to start cutting vegetables on the counter. She lifted up her other hand and Geralt watched as her palm emitted a soft blue light.

He sat back, looking around the cozy kitchen. Her entire house, including her kitchen, was full of plants. Her previous house was larger, so there weren't as many. Speaking of-

"Why'd you move?" he asked as she gathered her sketches from the table, setting them atop each other neatly.

She sighed. "I didn't particularly like having front row seats to mage executions," 

He frowned. "You know it's a matter of time before they find out you're one too... right?" 

"Oh, that's not a problem. I never use magic,"

"So you don't remember putting your kitchen to work?" Geralt deadpanned.

She glanced behind her sheepishly. "Alright. But I'm only using it now because I wanna talk to you! And then I only use magic in the basement," 

"Just be careful." He warned. He changed the topic, sensing her discomfort. "I need lodgings for the night." 

"Of course," she immediately replied. She skipped over to him, leaning down to be at his eye level. He warily looked into her mischievous brown eyes. "Your favorite blankie is in the closet."

He instantly turned away, taking a large sip of his drink. She giggled, hugging him from behind briefly before checking on her plants.

"I mention that shit to you once-"

"Aww, you know I'm just teasing you- D'you need me to cut your hair?" She cut herself off.

"No. And it's been twelve fucking years," he complained. She just giggled at him.

"Aw, don't look so flustered." She pouted playfully.

He stared at her as she watered her plants, humming a cheerful tune. She wore a familiar light blue dress and no shoes (a signature look for her). She glanced over her shoulder, sensing his stare. She smiled sweetly.

"By the way," she began, as if suddenly remembering something, "there's a contract on drowners by the Honeyfill Meadworks." 

He shifted in the chair, clearing his throat. "I'm actually busy with something... And I need your help."

Euphemiya dried her hands, fully turning to look at him. "Of course, anything,"

"Ciri's back,"

Her eyes widened comically. "What?"

He nodded. "Wild Hunt's after her," 

"Oh no," 

"They want to use her because of the Elder gene she carries," 

"Oh no."  She cupped her cheeks. 

"So she's in extreme danger," 

"Oh gosh,"  Euphemiya said softly, worriedly tapping her thigh with her middle finger. "Wait, but what do you need my help for?"

"You know everyone and everything that happens in Novigrad," Geralt explained, like it was obvious. "I was hoping you'd seen her."

She looked up, thinking. "No... I don't think so... I think," 

"You think?"

"I did bump into a woman that looked an awful lot like Ciri and she did look at me and ran away, but I didn't really think much of it..." 

Geralt groaned quietly, rubbing his eyes with his palms. "Someone ran away from you, also known as the most likeable person in the Northern Realms, and that someone also happened to look a lot like Ciri, someone's who's afraid of endangering her friends because of the Wild Hunt..."

Realization fell over Euphemiya's face. "Oh... oh no."

At least she has the decency to look ashamed.

"Fuck," he cursed to himself.

"Geralt, I'm so sorry. I-I didn't think. I expected her to be gone longer, but I didn't think. I'm so, so, so, so, so, so, so sorry. I should've known," she babbled.

"It's fine," he sighed, thinking about his next step.

"No it's not. I understand if you want me to leave," she said, resigned.

He rolled his eyes. "This is your house. Stay." He nodded at the chair diagonal to his. She silently shuffled over and sat down, lacing her fingers in his lap. "What's done is done. But you can still help me." 

"How?" she asked in a small voice.

"Help me track the leads here. It'll be quicker if I'm not on my own." He stared deeply into her wide brown eyes. "Deal?" 

She nodded and grinned. "Deal." 

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A short story of one of my most cherished moments in life

My Fat Nosed Cat

The Christmas break in 2021 is my favorite Christmas break across all my eighteen years of living. Not because of Christmas itself, New Year's Eve, or even my birthday, all spanning across in one week. Simply because of a party in a small town, one I contemplated going to and, in the end, I ended up making memories I would cherish for the rest of my life. 

I arrived early in the evening for the party. The party wasn't held for any specific reason, my friend group just wanted to see each other after grueling weeks at school and work. I was the first one there, as usual, and I instantly started petting my friend's cats, also as usual. In the next few hours, the house was filled to the brim with my friends, playing Just Dance and Mario Kart, acting like stereotypical teenagers, and, most importantly, petting the cats.  

I raised the question at one in the morning, hours after the party had already started. The question being: “There are only two cats in this house, why aren't there more?”, to which my friend simply answered: “What?”. Then Max, sweet, albeit airheaded Max collected all his brainpower to form the next statement: “Let's scout the neighborhood for cats then.”. A moment of silence followed, before everyone quizzically agreed. All nineteen of us grabbed out coats, gloves, and scarves. Two others and myself grabbed some candy for the cats in order to make them trust us and reel them in.  

All nineteen of us walked aimlessly through the neighborhood, encountering cats out and about. Some dared to approach us, some ran up to us, and some ran away at the first noise we made. I remembered calling for silence, partly because a group of inebriated teenagers were terrorizing the neighborhood, but mostly because I wanted to make an announcement. I declared a mission to all nineteen of us: “Collect every cat you see and bring them back to the house.”. Rules had to be set first, though, especially with a friend group like mine: be careful with the cats, be respectful if they don't want to come with, and don't take the cats too far from the place you originally found them, cheers followed and the group split up in seconds.  

I was in a group of five, including myself. With all the cat candy in my pockets it wasn't too difficult to collect cats; the hardest part was to get my friends back to the house. With seven cats divided between the five of us, we retreated home. I was holding a large orange cat, a fat nose, with green eyes and, the most hilarious part, with thumbs. It was the stupidest cat I had ever seen, but I loved him like my own. All the way back I kept the cat, to which I lovingly dubbed as “Fat Nosed Cat”, in my arms, occasionally hugging the purring creature, my hands freezing but my chest fuzzy with love. 

As I stepped back inside the warmth of the home, all I could see was cats and more cats. Cats of all shapes and colors, each with their own personality. Each cat had seemed to take a human as a companion; Max had kept a white cat as stupid as him, Evan a black cat as tiny as she was, and Miriam another black cat that seemed to hate everyone, just like Miriam herself. 

My companion for the night was the large orange cat, my sweet Fat Nosed Cat. 

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THE REAPER

 Rich and beautiful, but heartbroken and alone. A pub is a place for parties and happiness; no wonder she stood out. It was her luck that she caught the eye of a pretty, tattooed blonde.

The lights inside of the pub flickered ominously, the party inside in full swing. Isolde grimaced as the wind picked up, gnawing painfully at her face. She pushed her short legs faster, careful not to slip on the small stairs, and pushed the pub’s heavy door open. She was immediately met with a gush of such warmth that she instantly forgot about the light storm outside. The tunes of Gaia, the Goddess of Europos, or the Northern Continent as some also called it, did nothing to cheer her up. In fact, it only worsened her already sour mood.

Isolde made a quick decision to sit at the bar instead of a rickety table in the corner, knowing the alcohol would come much faster if she sat near where the alcohol was stashed. She slid into a barstool, one that was unfortunately set too high, causing the top of her thighs to uncomfortably press against the underside of the bar. The barstools were fairly empty; everyone seemingly preferred to sit at the tables scattered around the pub, probably so everyone could sit and see each other properly. A blonde woman sat two stools away from each other, conversing quietly with the elderly bartender. Isolde could hear a little of the conversation. ‘Can I get a Vernando?’ Isolde cringed a little to herself as she interrupted their conversation. The woman briefly glanced at her, seemingly uninterested while the bartender quickly went to work with Isolde’s order. ‘What do you think?’ Isolde hesitantly opened her mouth, unsure if she was the one he was talking to. ‘Yeah you,’ confirmed the bartender. The woman next to her chuckled lightly. Isolde’s face flushed a deep red. The blonde leaned sideways towards Isolde and Isolde found herself doing the same without thinking. ‘Whether all religions should be celebrated like the Gaia festival,’ explained the woman. Isolde found her voice to be soothing, but there was translucent edge that showed that the voice could hold authority if spoken louder. Isolde agreed. While most of Europos followed Gaia’s religion, Isolde was not one of them (she grew up with Zeus’ ideologies). Due to Gaia’s popularity, only she was highly celebrated in the Northern Continent while other countries quietly celebrated their own; it wasn’t a continental holiday like Gaia’s Festival. The reminder of Gaia’s Festival brought a lump in her throat; the holiday reminded her too much of someone. That someone was the whole reason she was in this pub in the first place; to forget him. ‘Absolutely.’ Isolde cleared her throat and looked away, blinking furiously to keep her tears at bay. Isolde stared sorrowfully down at the drink she ordered: It was a mix of orange, red and yellow with low flames calmly flickering at the surface, quietly licking the sides of the glass. She took a gulp and instantly grimaced, her throat burning for a second before it disappeared, it being replaced with a slightly bitter but satisfying taste. ‘Are you okay?’ asked the woman, moving to sit on the chair directly next to Isolde. Isolde hastily cleared her throat again, shifting on the squeaky stool. She glanced at the blonde woman’s wrist, where a wide metal bracelet was wrapped around her wrist. The crest of the country Lanercost was engraved in it, with gorgeous and attention-seeking details. ‘You’re from Lanercost,’ Isolde blurted out, enraptured by the accessory. The blonde looked at her wrist and laughed lightly. ‘What gave it away?’ Isolde stared at the crow engraved into the bracelet. Wearing your home country’s crest was mandatory when you were visiting a different country in the Northern Continent, unless you owned property in said continent. The bracelet was a confirmation that the blonde was just traveling. ‘Never mind that,’ said the woman, placing a hand atop her bracelet, hiding it from Isolde’s prying eyes. ‘I asked if you were okay. Or did you pointedly ignore me?’ Isolde’s eyes widened; she hadn’t expected the blonde to be so straight to the point (a trait people from Isolde’s home country, Ilvermagen, didn’t wear proudly). Isolde averted her eyes in embarrassment. The blonde, noticing this, said: ‘Hey, you don’t owe me an explanation. Was just a check-up.’ It was quiet again and Isolde thought it was the end of their conversation. The blonde had turned back towards the bar, quietly sipping her drink as she conversed with the bartender from time to time (how could someone be so social?). Isolde, feeling a little guilty, tapped the blonde’s shoulder. ‘What’s your name?’ asked the brunette. ‘I’m Isolde.’ The blonde smiled lightly, as if delighted, and turned once again. ‘Rebecca.’ ‘Nice to meet you,’ said Isolde. ‘What are you in Ilvermagen for, if I may ask?’ Rebecca crossed her legs, leaning her elbow against the countertop with her drink in hand. ‘Eh, not much. Got bored sitting around at home.’ ‘Oh? Where are you from?’ ‘Small town in the north. You know New Cresthill?’ Isolde, proud of her geography knowledge (courtesy of the private lessons her parents paid for), knew exactly where New Cresthill lied. ‘I do!’ Rebecca smiled pleasantly. ‘’N what about you? Don’t mean to judge but uh-‘ she motioned towards Isolde’s floor-length midnight blue, glittery dress- ‘not exactly your setting, I think.’ Isolde forced a chuckle. ‘That’s, uh, correct. My-my best friend’s engagement party was this evening.’ Rebecca glanced at the time on her wrist, noting how early it was. ‘Early night, then,’ ‘No, no, I suspect it’s still in, eh, full swing! But- I-I just left early; wasn’t feeling so well.’ Isolde averted her eyes to look at the various paintings of old famous people on the wall (dubbed “The Wall of Lame”). ‘He marrying someone you don’t like?’ Rebecca guessed bravely, and correctly. Isolde’s eyes widened behind the curtain of her hair. ‘Is there a book about my life that I don’t know of?’ Isolde joked lightly, and without a sliver of humor. She took a large gulp of her drink, her eyes and throat burning heavily. ‘Alright, take it easy there,’ said Rebecca, patting Isolde’s back as the brunette coughed from her strong drink. ‘Didn’t mean to startle ya there.’

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