As per my last post about this, I want to open commissions for original works. I am a writer who you can commission to write about your OCs. I will do brief chapters or scenes up to a reasonable limit for the word count. You can tell me about your OCs, setting, plot, structure, genre, themes or whatever else you would like to add, or give me thorough instructions instead.
Any genres will be acceptable. Though I have experience in romance, fantasy, horror, science fiction. I can write anything between fight scenes to cute, fluffy romance between your characters.
I will NOT write about themes such as incest, rape, pedophilia, questionable age/power gaps. I will NOT promote negative themes such as homophobia, misogyny, racism, classism, SA, etc. Writing these themes is not the same as promoting them.
For any questions, please contact me in my DMs. I can provide sample paragraphs/scenes/chapters about my own OCs or you can visit the link to my Ao3 account, which mostly consists of fanfiction, to get an idea of what my writing style is like.
Ships/Characters: Brim (active relationship.) Brian Thomas. Tim Wright.
Tags/TWs: angst. Character study??? Kinda??? Written in like,, Tim's thoughts. Lots of metaphors.
POV if applicable: Tims
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He was a sharp edge. Tim knew this, he always had. But he was surrounded by smooth curves now that had him questioning on how he was going to fit, having never had to ask the question before.
He looked around the room and it looked beautiful with the sun soon to rise.
He looked beautiful, a sun soon to rise.
Tim's hand rubbed across the opposites shoulder in a form of comfort that didn't fully work but at least made him a bit warmer, top thrown off so he wasn't too warm too sleep. Yet here he was, still awake with the suns rising. He looked behind him and there was the sun, hard to look at for too long without getting burned but still soft, still bright and wanted.
He had asked Tim, about three weeks ago, the dreaded question.
‘Will you be my boyfriend?’
It replayed in his mind. Every stare, every whisper, every shine from the sun, it replayed in his mind.
In the comfort he'd found in night and in the smoke that soothed him during long shoots and in the smirk he would often flash to Alex when he was annoyed at Tim, it replayed.
He was not a curve. He was not a sun. At the most he could see himself as the moon, selfishly squandering the suns light and claiming it as its own so it to can be loved. And it did work, sometimes. People would tell him he seemed cool, he seemed fun (Tim had to not laugh, Brian could tell and elbowed him with an eyeroll. Tim knew he didn't see why that was funny to Tim.) And Tim let them.
The moon, selfish and squandering and alone despite the millions of stars around it.
He looked away from Brian, not quite looking at the wall, not quite the floor, there, willing but forced.
The stars whispered. They yelled to, told him he was weird and sick looking, told him he shouldn't be so close with the sun and Tim could only agree. But the sun stayed anyway, holding him close and making him feel the warmth it admitted, forcing him to relax in its hold and tell it whatever it wanted to know- secrets he had sworn to tell no one.
And the sun stayed. He seized and coughed and bled and screamed and clawed at walls no longer white but still suffocating and punched and kicked and even got the sun caught in the cross fire as it tried to protect him from his own hands and it stayed, touch burning him but needed so desperately.
The sun stayed. And so the moon did to, pulled into its gravitational force and kept there by it’s brightness.
How could he say no, really? After everything- he owed him so much.
And as he thought he frowned because he made the sun sound like some villain. Something he hated.
He loved Brian. He loved Brian more than words or metaphors or actions could say. If the chance came, he would always choose Brian to save over himself. If he had to protect Brian, he would. If the sun told him to sit and let him hold him, the moon obeyed. Because Tim loved Brian. And he had said yes, to the repeating question. He had said yes and of course and here they were, in a room full of curved edges. In a life full of it.
A perfectly good student, a great looking guy. Friends, grades, hobbies, boyfriend.
Brian was not Tim's sun because he was perfect. Brian was Tim's sun because deep down, Tim knew he would burn Brian out, not made for the average life the other had.
He wouldn't even do it on purpose. He never did. But Tim knew what he was. A sharp edge. And a knife in a room of balloons could only go so far before it popped one.
Tim was waiting for the pop. Brian was not. But Tim knew it was coming, holding his hands near his ears, ready to cover them when the balloon gets too close to the sharp blade.
He had told Brian, pointed to the balloons and pointed to the knife and begged him to take the knife out of the room, to save them both the harm…but Brian had persisted and now Tim loved him. And he was going to ruin his life. He always had.
He sighed and put his face in his hands and wished he wasn't the way he was, but wishing rarely did much good.
When he did break Brian's life- (if, Brian would deny, Tim wouldn't correct him. He knew Brian wouldn't believe him.) He still had to be in this stupid film Brian had convinced him to join. (He bats his eyes and Tim doesn't even think, he swears. Brian teased him for it after. Tim was just surprised to actually get into the film but…then he saw the entire script and it made more sense.)
So Tim would still be fucking stuck around Brian, ruining him more and more just by existing.
He jerked as a hand was placed on his back, too stuck in his own head to hear any movement. He looked behind him and there was that smile. Brian had a signature smile, a big grin that put everyone to ease, but then he had this other one, just for Tim, Tim liked to imagine, soft and warm and begging him to come closer. Accompanied with bedhead and that glint of concern so often in his eyes when he saw Tim, Tim could almost believe it was worth cutting the balloons.
“Hey, you ok?”
Tim nodded softly, clearing his throat. “Yeah, just was too warm.” He spoke soft, like there were parents outside they had to keep quiet from waking up. (Not that he had ever had that experience, the last time he saw his mother he was a child hearing about how she just ‘couldn't do it’ from a nurse while his mother glared to her side, refusing to look at him.)
Tim couldn't tell if Brian believed him but if he didn't, he pretended to anyway. “Oh, want the fan on?”
“You can't afford to have the fan on, Bri.” Tim teased. Not entirely untrue, he was the only one in their friend group working. Still, Brian let out a dramatic gasp.
“You backstabber!” He wrapped his arms around Tim's waist and pulled him on top of him and Tim made a surprised noise and tried to shift, scared of crushing Brian but the hands kept him near.
“This is your punishment now.”
Tim raised a brow. “Cuddles?”
A serious nod. “Yep.”
Tim rolled his eyes fondly and sighed, resting his head on Brian's shoulder and nuzzling into the crook of his neck, warm breath blowing across it as he breathed.
“Seriously, you ok?”
Balloons, popping in worry. The first stages, doubt.
Or just a concerned boyfriend.
Tim let out an airy chuckle. “I'm sure, Bri, deep breaths, we'll be OK.”
He felt the deep breath that his boyfriend did, indeed take and knew Brian would let himself belive the comfort for a little while.
“it's too early be up.” Brian commented and Tim hummed. “Alex wants us shooting in like…four hours. Well you.”
Brian groaned at the mention of the director and filming and wrapped his legs around his partner. “why is it always me?”
Tim chuckled. “because you're the star.”
That made his partner smile and laugh. “I am the star.”
“What would he do without you?”
“Have no star, I assume. I am the only one who auditioned.”
“Oh please, the character is literally called Brian, he was always going to give it to you.” Tim let his eyes droop some as they spoke, relaxing into the suns warm embrace as he always had before.
“Hey, your character is named after you to!”
“That was after I auditioned! All that proves is Alex is a lazy bastard!”
Brian laughed and Tim could melt.
“Tim! Don't talk about him like that.”
“Whatever.” Tim mumbled contently and there was silence for a moment.
“Y’know that does mean we can get at least three hours more sleep.” Brian tried.
“If you're late one more time Alex might kill you.” Tim joked and Brian snorted.
“Fine. Then can we go watch the sunset? It has only just started!”
Tim looked up (rookie move) and Brian was staring down at him with puppy dog eyes.
He sighed and sat up. “OK, OK, c’mon then. I'll make us breakfast after.”
He looked around for his top and heard the hiss of a ‘yesss’ as Brian fist bumped the air and started getting up to. He smiled, faced away from his sun.
Brian put his shoes on and Tim put on his top, shoes and a tan jacket he had been wearing more recently. Brian insisted on bringing his blanket, dragging it along on his shoulders and Tim didn't tell him no because why would he?
They climbed the stairs to the rooftop of the student accommodation, lock having been broken and never replaced years ago and sat behind the rails on the top of the roof. (Brian had started to climb on top of them for god knows what reason, Tim had shut that down fast.)
Brian covered Tim with half the blanket and Tim put his head on Brian's shoulder and it was peace.
The best peace he'd get.
Balloons, unaware and unwilling to see the knife.
Curved edges waiting to be sharped.
The moon and the sun.
And peace. If only for now.
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> Want a story like this? I take writing comms!:) DM with a purple heart at the start of your message to start discussing details!!!
Would any of y’all be interested in me doing cottagecore story commissions?
I’m thinking in the $2-3 range for about 250 words.
What you’d get to choose:
- Pronouns
- Third/first/second person perspective
- Cottage-y activities (baking, picnics, etc)
- Time period
- Anything else you might request
Additionally, we could just chat for a little, and I’d be happy to spin up a story on the spot, based on my impression of you. (I do this for friends, myself, and characters!)
I do commissions now! Im not able to get a job currently so this will help me out a lot!! Currently, I’m only using PayPal invoices and mail sent payments.
What I am and not willing to do is open to discussion! But please understand that I have the right to refuse any offer made to me and anything that I find uncomfortable or don’t want to do.
I am also willing to write Exophilia as long as it stays in the boundaries that I have listed above.
Fandoms that I am knowledgable of:
Dragon Age, Marvel, X-Men, Dc, Suicide Squad, Deadpool, Supernatural (I have been unable to keep up with the series so some, unfortunately, I am not able to use specifics based on events that have occurred), Star Wars, Harry Potter, King Arthur: Legend of the Sword, Predators (Yautja), Twilight, Pride and Prejudice and Zombies, World of Warcraft: Movie, Disney
Please, feel free to ask for a certain Fandom but don’t get upset if I don’t know it and am unable to write about it.
Where to commission me: [email protected] Please use your paypal account to contact me so that I can send you an invoice
