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Hullo! I'm starting a small blog for my writing for commissions! feel free to ask questions if you like, I don't mind. However. Minors, due to content that will be written DNI with commissions. There will be some adult or sensitive content and I will not write that type of content for you. - Pastalli, Adult

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With mobile being harder to navigate, I will make a post of links on this post until I can organize things in a more organized manner. Currently only one link is really needed, but may change in time. Without further ado, feel free to ask me any questions!

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[norts-trolls]

HEY YOU!!!

Do you want a mspa full body or even a panel of your ocs?! SAY LESS.

Trade offer!!! You receive art of your gorgeous creations and I get my medicine refilled.

After my bills this month I have been behind on my medication and I've finished most of my mspa related commissions to feel confident enough to open more slots! And this time I will open up two of my panel commissions as well!!

A solo full bodies will still be my sale price of 20! But the panels will be 30!

Please DM me if interested.

SLOTS:

Fullbodies: 4/5 OPEN

Panels: 2/2 OPEN

[norts-trolls]

I got hit with a surprise bill so I am back at square one and now going almost a full week no meds so I am also opening my PWYW slots!!! Knowing my limits ontop of this job I will only open 5 of these! Thank all so much for the support and boosts so far!!!

SLOTS: 4/5 Open

[cyberass]

Here I am again with my Bring Your Hunger agenda by @violentmaiden

Not until the last mdtb enjoyer reads it will I become a Buddha

[pastalliofpasta]

Thinking of like.... Fire Emblem Fates again, and replayed a little of conquest and my brain is like...

What if Female Corrin was Korin and in Birthright, while male Corrin is just Corrin and chose to stay in Nohr after the prologue.

Lilith does more with Azura, maybe both working to out Valla to rest and get rid of the actual monster. Also some of the cast could have vallite ancestry...? Cause obv the people fled but idk.

"Laslow", "Selena", and "Owain" aren't actually from another world/dimension whatever. They actually came to recruit allies to help rebuild Ylisse only to get dragged into another war and now they just want to help.

After the end of conquest and birthright, it hints to Leo getting possessed after Garon as the real villain was never taken care of. So the dlc with Shigure and the kids are like, the end story for both these routes.

If you want this as a game, after finishing the routes and the kids dlc (giving the kids a reason to exist), you can play revelations.

Just some thoughts.

[nawohh]

O captain, My captain Fallen, cold and dead

[makkoskafanfic]

one of those must reblog every time I see them pieces of art

[pastalliofpasta]

Heeeey you don't mind if I just... Write a little something for this do ya?

Ya know... For science.

The Shodaime was dead.

Senju Hashirama, God of Shinobi, was dead.

The other villages would find out, they would think Konoha was easy pickings. He has to alert the village. They need a vote. The need a new hokage. They need a Nidaime. They need-they need-

Tobirama felt numb. His mind telling him what he needed, over and over. Repeating so that he doesn't scream. So he doesn't wail his grief to the sky, show weakness to the world that was so quick to take advantage of it.

Anija was dead. His last brother was dead. He was dead. He stopped breathing. He was dead before Tobirama even got halfway there-

The man was the last of his family.

But he couldn't grieve. He couldn't. There was so much to do-why would the world care if his heart dropped as he felt the chakra fade? Just like how a dying body gets cold toes first then goes up, chakra starts below then stops the same way. How many shinobi knew that?

It didn't matter. It was life. It was shinobi life. Otou-sama made sure to prepare them and yet-

Where did that broken sound come from? His face wet and hands shaking as he reached for Hashirama. Bright, strong willed Hashirama. Dramatic and bumbling anija. Decisive and vicious Lord Senju. The God of Shinobi. His... Oh he lost-

Tobirama choked on nothing, hiding his face in Hashirama's shoulder. Trying to will the feeling of heat onto him. Trying to will the mokuton to preform one last blessing. To heal one more time even if he knew Hashirama's healing was the cause of this.

And for what? One last show of strength to warn off the other villages with a display of strength? That didn't mean much when word would spread of his death.

Reto, the Kazekage would strike first. Seeing weakness. Then the Tsuchikage. Then...

He had to warn his village, he wouldn't let his brother die for nothing. Wouldn't let his beloved village crumble at the first HINT of war. They were shinobi not... Not...

Tobirama bawled, he was ashamed of it. The desperate sobs, the quiet begging as he nuzzled into Hashirama. Still holding him and willing the other to reach out and pat his shoulder. Or maybe even his head like before the incident at the Naka... Tell him it's fine.

He wasn't supposed to die first.

But that was selfish, wasn't it? Itama, Kawarama, they were his brothers too. Would he want Hashirama to mourn him too...?

Yes? No-Maybe?

He needed to alert the village. They need a Nidaime. Not a sobbing man that resembles a civilian toddler more than a shinobi of his rank. Tobirama schooled his expression, closing off and using suiton to clean his face. He could not show weakness on the way back. People will already panic seeing his brother's limp body.

Tobirama was a dutiful brother, he would give his brother a beautiful garden as a burial ground. One Mito can sit in and talk to her husband. Yes... It was a nicer burial than their family had.

There was no time for grief. Tobirama had to move. Had to do so much.

His anija's body carried as gently as possible on his back was far heavier than the future task ahead.

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[pastalliofpasta]

One of Leaf's future friends! A well done job ;A;

[hey-hey-j]

anyway it's 9pm no one will see this post but I am once again rambling about the BroZone breakup

specifically, about Floyd just kinda lingering in the background of the scene, not getting involved in the argument between JD, Bruce, and Clay until the end when they're all storming out

and how Bruce and Clay just kinda leave without giving Floyd much of a thought, and okay from a meta standpoint this is probably just condensed writing so that we can focus on the interaction between Floyd and Branch but from a headcanon standpoint.....

it feels like, by this point in the band, everyone is so used to Floyd making himself small and not interfering with their fights until things get heated, that they don't really think to ask Floyd how he feels about the situation. Not because they don't care, but more like.....

....they don't think Floyd is that fussed? Precisely because he's so good at stomping down his own feelings to focus on being the family therapist? It's the curse of being "the Sensitive One," the mediator, the glue that holds the whole family together. Not to quote Madagascar on a Trolls meta post, but it's like this: "you've helped me so often to see the bright side of my problems, that I don't think of you as having any"

and obviously this isn't to say that Bruce and Clay aren't aware that Floyd has his own issues going on within their family dynamic but I don't know, man! They have their own stuff going on! They're all suffocating and they're all young adults and they don't know how to resolve conflict healthily! And Floyd is the original baby of the family! They're not going to press him on those issues until much, much later, when they're all older and Floyd has an entirely new and different mountain of trauma on top of his lingering childhood hangups.

anyway the bottom line is that they all need a heaping helping of family therapy

[gingermarshmallow]

[lordtonic]

adsolm NOW HAS SPRITES….looks at u guys with big eyes…kicks dort….so u can talk to him if you’d like

[nepsah]

icon commission(s) for my good friend @pastalliofpasta!

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Nep always does so well when doing art for me. ;A; I am still in love with Jitter's profile here.

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So, not my usual as this was supposed to be my writing comms blog, but I wanted to share!

Here are my two characters Honey (pink) and Leaf (gray toned green) from Trolls. Having fankids has always been a little nerve-wracking for me as they never seemed to have good associations in the fandoms I was in. But sometimes, it's best to just do what's fun for you! Write what you want!! Writing them and some of my favorite characters to headcanon/analyze for has been fun. So, to celebrate I am sharing a link to my fics and this really cute art by @amethyst-halo who made the trollings even cuter (10/10, really quick and pleasant to work with). Without further ado~

Finding Family, Old and New - Pasta_lli_Noodles - Trolls (DreamWorks Movies) [Archive of Our Own]

Silly guys deal with Big Feelings.

[alternianative]

'nother design trade ! this one was for @pastalliofpasta, the prompt was spider lily + yuki onna

[agoddamn]

attempting to explain to your mother that she may, at some point in her life, have made a non-optimal decision

[pastalliofpasta]

Hullo! So a fair warning: Below will be a drabble I have written up as an example of my writing for people to see if they want commissions. This story belongs to me personally, having written it myself. I do not want my work posted anywhere but here by me. Reblogging is okay, but posting without crediting or taking offsite is not. I do not want my work taken without my consent, there is a reason copyright laws exist. I will not tolerate my work being used without my permission.

Now without further ado, I present:

Uninvited

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The empty cabin had an energetic silence… Daring intruders to come in and find the thing that called to wanderers looking for rest. Weary of travels and their horses worn from long trails. The cabin even saw a suspicious man with a camel, carrying bags full of supplies that would have caused havoc in town. Would have. But that mysterious cargo that would have taken lives and the suspicious man were lured in and the steed having wandered off to who knows where.

Typically, a particular succubus would’ve left the cabin be. However the empty place had lured in his possible prey twice now. Twice now Maverick had lost his food, and twice now it seemed to mock him as the humans he had stalked walked into the cabin while he was stuck elsewhere leaving only their tantalizing smell behind. It pissed him off to no end. So, here he was after the sun had fallen hours earlier to be sure no one saw the fall of his human shell.

Wings draped around his shoulder like a shawl and a long tail swaying above stones that made a path to the cabin. Its roof having fallen in on one side, but still seemingly usable to hide in over night and a rotting wood fence on the other side holding a horse bridle as a trophy. The mountain that slowly rose up from what may have been a pretty home and piece of land seemed nervous for such a tall being and the wind that came down was trying to push him away. But even so, the succubus was done having his prey stolen and would not allow it to go on any longer. That wretch Helen already starved him once, he would not allow anyone or anything else to do him wrong.

The door gave no struggle, and the frustration that was powered by a possessive need for food made the cabin shudder. Or, atleast, that’s what Maverick thought as the wind flowed through holes and under the fallen roof making an odd sound. 

“If I was still a child, I would be startled. Once you understand how wind likes to play with your mind it grows old. But you seem to like playing things over and over even if the joke becomes overdone and falls flat.” Maverick spoke aloud, hissing as black eyes scanned darkness. He had a lantern on his hip from Marlene as the elderly lady wanted to be sure her recent helper could see during his nightly wandering. It was a sweet gesture, and Maverick kept it with him even if it was unneeded solely for the intent she had when giving it to him.

Even his type of creature could respect a gift, even if they fed off the worst humans. The cabin quickly gave a response, breaking Maverick from his line of thought as a door slowly began to open. It was still yet moving in a smooth manner with no sound of rusting hinges. This cabin had a resident it seemed, but Maverick sensed no ghost. But his nose had caught a scent, and his tongue ‘tasted’ that same scent and the chemicals making it. Carefully, Maverick started looking for an alternate way around the door as there was no way he would enter something that ominous. It screamed to his mind like a parade of wisp. The smell had led Maverick to a large trunk with faded coloring. 

He didn’t bother trying to figure out what the color was as he checked the sides and stared at a keyhole that seemed ruined now. Maverick pulled out a revolver he claimed ownership of years prior from a wonderful altercation started between one of his dinners and the father of that dinner’s victim. Needless to say one of them didn’t make it and one paid him back. Pointing the gun at the chest he opened it with inhuman speed. What lay inside made Maverick wish he had brought one of Marlene’s hidden rifles. 

“Oh what in the hen nabbing…” Maverick just stared, gun still aimed but a little confused while the culprit stared back with big, bulging eyes.

The culprit had large eyes that made up most of its head, the head having no mouth or nose, and a thin frame held under its own hands, These hands having long, dirty nails made to tear prey apart. Honestly? Maverick had no idea what it was and this thing seemed not to know what to do with him either as the staring contest went on. Maverick had come here with a decision to chase off or kill whatever was stealing his food, not wanting to share with anyone since his kind only had specific types of feelings and motivations they could eat. The succubus wouldn’t be the one leaving the town a little less than half a day’s travel from here. Growling in a way that established his thoughts, Maverick spoke. “I want you gone, take your trophies and leave or I’ll take them from you.” Maverick’s finger was on the trigger, a little force and it’d shoot. “So make it quick and easy.” It sounded impatient, because he was.

Whatever this thing was made a sound that was similar to a hornet’s nest. It seemed to speak as the buzz filled Maverick’s ears. His head began to hurt as it tried to bargain. 

“Please, I am still weak. Let me have just a few more and I will move on.”

Maverick’s eyes narrowed. “You’ve been hunting for around two months now. That should be plenty.” His fangs were hidden by the pitch black shroud of the cabin, the moon being unable to filter in. But the creature seemed to see them when Maverick’s lick curled up. “So you need to go on and git’.” But it didn’t move, trying again.

“I can’t. My body is still gathering the energy necessary. Please, I just need a few more. Maybe six. What humans do you prefer? I’ll leave them be-”

“How can I trust your word? You have nothing to show for your words and I don't have patience to be tested with blind trust.” He interrupted, growing more and more annoyed as time went on. “I’ve missed two fucking meals because of you. What do you have to offer for me to just allow you six humans?” It also didn’t help that Maverick actually liked people.

“Please. I beg of you… I have only fed off what I assume to be travelers. If you let me stay I can even give you the information they share when they assume they're alone. Including the humans who carry the smell of the town you do.” 

Really, he should have just shot the thing and left. But really, Maverick was much kinder than he liked to think and it pissed him off to no end. He lowered the gun, gaze burning with fury.

“Fine. I’ll come back in two nights. If you have nothing to offer I’ll chase you out. I don’t care if you are exhausted and die in the wilderness, you're done. Got it?”

The buzzing ceased, and it nodded. So the succubus turned to leave, hooved foot louder than when he entered. The beast left behind just stared, thoughtful as it closed the chest and awaited food.

[pastalliofpasta]

Hullo! So a fair warning: Below will be a drabble I have written up as an example of my writing for people to see if they want commissions. This story belongs to me personally, having written it myself. I do not want my work posted anywhere but here by me. Reblogging is okay, but posting without crediting or taking offsite is not. I do not want my work taken without my consent, there is a reason copyright laws exist. I will not tolerate my work being used without my permission.

Now without further ado, I present:

Olly... Olly...

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The small town was silent, what smelled like the river close by and some baked bread from the fancy goods store was now replaced with smoke and fear. A young half elf with the sharp canines and nails revealing his wood elf heritage to the empty street. About an hour or two prior, or maybe thirty minutes ago, the young girl was playing hide and seek, close to calling out “Olly~ Olly~ Oxenfree!” and quitting because her brother and their cousins had hidden too well for her. It likely didn’t help that her brother was sneakier than her and the cousins were fully wood elves. 

But now everybody was hiding, and she was alone. Too scared to call out and quit her game in fear that those monsters would come back. They were loud, boisterous and roared triumph. Kicking over barrels if they didn’t have whatever treasures such monsters looked for. Walking on her tiptoes and trying to be the most silent she’s ever been, the half elf walked to a secret hiding spot they were all supposed to meet, expecting to see her family there. But only two were there, and her voice came out in a scared, quivering whisper. Voice giving out before she could finish her sentence. “Hawthorne..? Mace-” they turned so quickly she was spooked,almost running away as her imagination made it seem like monsters loomed over them before Mace reached for her. “Hey-hey good blessings it’s me. It’s Mace, I’m here Quince. It’s okay now!”

Quince, the young girl, looked at her older brother and started to tear up. Trying to stay quiet but it was hard for such a small child. Their cousin Hawthorne had his bow, the sibling’s mother telling them that their aunt and uncle were teaching their own children early. Quince didn’t understand, but her brother did. His face meant it was not a good thing, she was perceptive enough to know that. But now it seems that she would have to learn to, because there were monsters. Hawthorne’s voice was sudden and struck Quince and Mace with a feeling of dread.

Everything slowed as Hawthorne pulled the bow quickly, but not correctly in his surprise as Quince heard a monster's laugh. She saw him flinch in pain before steadying his hand and releasing an arrow.

“Mace.MACE WE HAVE TO MOVE-”

Quince couldn’t, or rather didn’t want to, remember what came next. Remember the taste of blood and iron in her mouth. Something found their hiding place.

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Quince was older now, her lower jaw was scarred and made her smiles crooked, two fingers missing on her left hand. Behind her, Mace stood up. Half his face was burned with an eye forever closed, a reminder of something Quince didn’t want to remember. While all three made it out, having run away from an awful fate, the same could not be said about her other family. Namely her uncle, her oldest cousin Gladiolus, and her mother Orchid. Now, both half elf siblings carried bows like their family. But Quince now carried a sword like her father as well. Soon, she would face the monsters she dared not remember. She would get her payment in due time, for herself and for Mace

[pastalliofpasta]

Hullo! So a fair warning: Below will be a drabble I have written up as an example of my writing for people to see if they want commissions. This story belongs to me personally, having written it myself. I do not want my work posted anywhere but here by me. Reblogging is okay, but posting without crediting or taking offsite is not. I do not want my work taken without my consent, there is a reason copyright laws exist. I will not tolerate my work being used without my permission.

Now, without further ado. I present:

Luka's Night Drive

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If there was one thing that always made Ruby excited, it was when her friends would meet her after school and they would ride home together after classes to Luka’s house. Luka would always tell them about a new anime she watched or a new cartoon she found (that she originally complained about, because it was a reboot and therefore ‘Not the same’ as the original) and would carry on the conversation for Ruby and their friend Dahlia. Dahlia was a little more shy than Ruby, or at least that’s what Ruby assumed until much later when she and Luka held Dahlia after watching a movie about a golden haired princess and an evil witch hit too close to home. But in those car rides, Ruby saw her shy friend Dahlia listen to Luka’s latest interest with a smile and sometimes asking questions, all the while her leg bounced until they were out of the car. But Ruby would watch the trees go by, wanting it to last forever because once she went to Luka’s house and the girls did all their homework together they would all have to be dropped off at home.

Being dropped off at home made Ruby curl up near the window, picking at her lips until Luka's mom stopped her. Being the last one meant she had to sit by her friend's mom. Luka and Ruby never really understood why.

But Ruby did know she did not like going home, because mom and dad would be paranoid about what the other parent was doing and she would be dragged in the middle so her siblings would be safe.

Years later, all three were in college. Ruby was once again in the car to Luka’s house with Dahlia, but now they were in college and coming home from club activities. Luka excitedly told them about this game she was playing in and how it had vampires and changelings while Dahlia was texting someone she met there. A soft smile came to her face as she did. Typically, Ruby observed. Even all those years ago. But tonight was different.

It was the same with Dahlia bouncing her leg, head on the car door that Ruby now child locked for safety and Luka was still talking faster than anyone should be able to after club activities and only seemed to speed up at the most exciting parts. What was different was when Luka suddenly stopped like an idea came to mind and she changed subject.

“Hey Rue, were you playing any games? I saw you looking at a rulebook. Are you planning on running one?” Luka looked over at her, then back to the road as the light changed green. “I saw Dahlia playing, she was playing with a group and they got pretty excited.” Now Dahlia looked up, startled as she was deep in her own world. “Well, I’m thinking about it, I just don’t know yet. There was a lot in the book Luka.” Almost too much, so much stuff that Ruby got confused over and worried about messing up. It had a lot of story behind it and surely people knew it. It would be obvious if she didn't fully know the setting! Her friend nodded though, and spoke again. “I could ask Asher if they could help you? I know you said they looked intimidating but they are a storyteller! It could help.” Ruby did find Asher intimidating, and she did not like this idea. Not one bit.

“I don’t want to. What if he thinks I’m stupid for not understanding?” Ruby tugged at her hair, now looking to Dahlia. “You said you were nervous about that too? What did you do?” Said girl looked down for a moment. “I just kinda did. Luka helped me talk to one of the girls there and she helped me out with my sheet away from the group since it wasn’t game time yet, go figure she was the story teller. That helped me.” Dahlia made it seem so simple, and it made Ruby frustrated with herself. It seemed Luka could tell, because she took attention back to her to give Ruby a break. “So, I got the original version of Prism Glow, that anime we watched with the bad dubbing? Well the studio made an official dub that’s more accurate so I hope you guys are ready!” 

Ruby felt Dahlia looking at her, then back to her phone while Luka tried to help in her own way with distractions.It made things seem a little more normal. But as she fidgeted with her braided bracelet made of sparkly pink and pale blue string, while it was supposed to soothe so she didn't pick at skin it wasn't working. She just lightly scratched her wrist so her nerves were not as easily spotted. Ruby felt isolated, even with her closest companions.. What was wrong with her…? If only it was as easy to step into new things like Dahlia and Luka could, then she could be even cooler. A cooler friend for Dahlia and Luka.