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Glacia Knight, previously titled Lady Icysocks, shifted from a position of Head of Records at SMASH after the Tabuu Incident. Fearful of a second happening and scarred permanently by the attempted take-over, the woman sought to learn to defend herself in such an incident. 

What was originally a temporary mentorship under Meta Knight for combat training turned into a permanent stationing in Popstar and the connected lands. 

Hey there! I know I haven’t been on much, and that’s going to change this week, but right now, I really need your guys’ help!

A few months ago I recently got accepted into college and plan to live on campus, but come to present day, and I still haven't been able to pay the down payment on living in the dorms ($300), which I need to pay soon if I want to get paired with someone and have a lot less rent to pay.

Unfortunately, I broke my ankle a few days ago, and I’m going to be mostly home-bound, and from what I’ve seen, all these ‘work at home’ jobs require a degree or work experience, which I have neither of. That’s why I’m going to craft you some enjoyable fics or drafts in exchange for some cash.  Please please please at least give this a look-over, and if you aren’t going to commission me, please reblog this and spread the word!

NOW for the actual rules and examples of my work.

All commissions will be paid with paypal in USD, thank you.

What I will not write:

Abuse

Incest

Cannibalism

What I will write:

Gore

NSFW

Ship stuff (Fluff, angst, etc)

Action scenes

General interactions

Most things are ok if you clear them with me first.

Prices:

500-750 Word Prompt: $ 5.00

750-1000 Word Prompt: $ 7.50

1000-1500 Word Fanfic: $ 10.00

1500-2000 Word Fanfic: $ 11.00

2000-2500 Word Fanfic: $ 14.00

Rules:

I have the right to refuse commissions, with or without reason.

Commissions that include the patron’s original characters won’t be posted without the patron’s permission.

I will not write what I’m not comfortable with, no exceptions.

I am not responsible if your commission doesn’t turn out how you wanted it and I stated it wasn’t my strong point.

Refund Policy:

If you decide to cancel, you may or may not be refunded, depending on whether or not I’ve started and how much I’ve written.

Haven’t begun: Full refund.

Began, but only the basis: 90% refund.

Began, partially done: 70% refund.

Halfway done: 50% refund.

Almost done: 25% refund.

Completed, but I haven’t shown you the work: No refund.

(In ALL cases, I will still show you what I have written so far in the fic/drabble).

Contact Information:

Skype: zach_heatley

Email: [email protected]

Tumblr: https://smashedannouncer.tumblr.com  

Sample Writings:

Why Doopliss Doesn’t Roam.

Samuel’s Backstory Chapters.

Aged Stone Makes For A Crumbling Tower

While the last two fics are of fan-characters from the nintendo universe, it should still hopefully convey the strengths and style of my writing.

Snippets From Various Works:

In all people, there is passion. This passion must vary from person to person, whether it be writing, serving, performing, police work, or any other outlet for human energy, it is present and it is of great importance.

Eventually, Tower’s eyes traveled to the ceiling, a few pitiful tears ran down the side of his face, and Tower thought to himself, how long will this infinite monotony last? 

Hey there! I know I haven’t been on much, and that’s going to change this week, but right now, I really need your guys’ help!

A few months ago I recently got accepted into college and plan to live on campus, but come to present day, and I still haven't been able to pay the down payment on living in the dorms ($300), which I need to pay soon if I want to get paired with someone and have a lot less rent to pay.

Unfortunately, I broke my ankle a few days ago, and I’m going to be mostly home-bound, and from what I’ve seen, all these ‘work at home’ jobs require a degree or work experience, which I have neither of. That’s why I’m going to craft you some enjoyable fics or drafts in exchange for some cash.  Please please please at least give this a look-over, and if you aren’t going to commission me, please reblog this and spread the word!

NOW for the actual rules and examples of my work.

All commissions will be paid with paypal in USD, thank you.

What I will not write:

Abuse

Incest

Cannibalism

What I will write:

Gore

NSFW

Ship stuff (Fluff, angst, etc)

Action scenes

General interactions

Most things are ok if you clear them with me first.

Prices:

500-750 Word Prompt: $ 5.00

750-1000 Word Prompt: $ 7.50

1000-1500 Word Fanfic: $ 10.00

1500-2000 Word Fanfic: $ 11.00

2000-2500 Word Fanfic: $ 14.00

Rules:

I have the right to refuse commissions, with or without reason.

Commissions that include the patron’s original characters won’t be posted without the patron’s permission.

I will not write what I’m not comfortable with, no exceptions.

I am not responsible if your commission doesn’t turn out how you wanted it and I stated it wasn’t my strong point.

Refund Policy:

If you decide to cancel, you may or may not be refunded, depending on whether or not I’ve started and how much I’ve written.

Haven’t begun: Full refund.

Began, but only the basis: 90% refund.

Began, partially done: 70% refund.

Halfway done: 50% refund.

Almost done: 25% refund.

Completed, but I haven’t shown you the work: No refund.

(In ALL cases, I will still show you what I have written so far in the fic/drabble).

Contact Information:

Skype: zach_heatley

Email: [email protected]

Tumblr: https://smashedannouncer.tumblr.com  

Sample Writings:

Why Doopliss Doesn’t Roam.

Samuel’s Backstory Chapters.

Aged Stone Makes For A Crumbling Tower

While the last two fics are of fan-characters from the nintendo universe, it should still hopefully convey the strengths and style of my writing.

Snippets From Various Works:

In all people, there is passion. This passion must vary from person to person, whether it be writing, serving, performing, police work, or any other outlet for human energy, it is present and it is of great importance.

Eventually, Tower’s eyes traveled to the ceiling, a few pitiful tears ran down the side of his face, and Tower thought to himself, how long will this infinite monotony last? 

Your name is BOOATRICE…just Booatrice and boy do you feel crummy. Actually more that that, you feel pretty awful about a lot of things. To make matters worse you’ve been kicked out of the archives by all the boos too…

((Alrighty peeps we are kicking things back into action with an interactive plot! you just ask Booatrice questions or give her an action, so I must ask…))

Nintendask Character Raffle Giveaway

Featured above are 10 Mario-verse Gijinkas designs, each of which I will be giving away via raffle. If you like what you see and want to nab one of them for yourself, or a friend, please continue reading. What Do? How Do? -The giveaway is FREE. No payment is involved whatsoever. -To enter, you have to reblog this post ONCE. You get only one Ticket/Reblog. -You can enter for a friend, but you still only get one ONE ticket per person. -Friends can reblog for you, but secondary blogs cannot be used to get more than one ticket per person. -Winners will be picked via RNG, with the first ticket drawn having first choice, etc. -You DO NOT have to be part of the Nintendask community to participate. -You do not have to join the community afterwards, but you will be welcomed if so! :’3 -You do not have to be an artist to participate -Please tag reblogs with ‘Nintendask Cahracter Raffle’ -You are allowed to make changes to the design. -The character’s name, gender, backstory, and personality are yours to create. -Though you can do with the character as you wish, credit of the art and design of the original references above would still belong to me. Please credit properly ( ; w;)/

Who They? The following lists the species of the gijinka, the game they’re from, and a link to the corresponding Wiki Pages. This does not mean that the Gijinkas represent the exact enemy/Boss mentioned, just that they’re the same species. 1. Angler Mangler; Wario World; Wiki 2. Manta/Phantamanta hybrid; Super Mario 64/Mario Sunshine; Wiki 1/Wiki 2 3. Sunflower Kid; Mario Sunshine; Wiki 4. Jack O’ Goomba; Mario Galaxy; Wiki 5. Volcano Lotus; Super Princess Peach; Wiki 6. Swooper; Mario Galaxy; Wiki 7. Spindrift; Mario 65; Wiki; CHILD CHARACTER/MINOR 8. Millennium Star; Mario Party 3; Wiki; CHILD CHARACTER/MINOR 9. Gooble; Mario Sunshine; Wiki 10. Terrible Portrait; Wario World; Wiki

OK-OR1: Oh, this right here is Korg!! They’re the other bot here in the apartments and they’re the one who’s helping me make my cool evil theme song now!

He didn’t even make it 15 feet from the entrance, slumped against the wall with half of the bottle downed. Sam recognized that voice, even in his overly drunken state, he’d know who it belongs to.

A high-pitched giggle escaped his lips in response, his head turning over so he could look at Wah in the dark of the night. “Heeeey Wah, it’s been- forever! Whoops! Haha! You already said that.” He gave a nonsensical wink the plumber’s way.

Taking another swig from the bottle, Sam’s arms hung back down, his body sprawled out carelessly before his purple-painted friend. 

After a despondent silence passed, Samuel’s face scrunched up as he wracked his brain. “Oh! You know what I was thinkin’? I remember what you said about those corporate jackasses and maaaan, you were right!” He giggled once more, his tone still light and bubbly even as tears streamed down his face. “Th-those dickholes don’t know good-” A hiccup interrupted. “-talent wh-when they see it.”

“Wait, WHAT?” His arms automatically shot out towards Sal’s brooding shoulders. He reeked. And if it weren’t for the gloved hands, he could imagine that he was drenched in a booze scented sweat. “You’re a kidding, right? Pullin’ Waluigi’s leg? Cus there’s no way Imma’ believin’ that. You’re like their bread and butter! Why would they…”

But no matter how much he tried denying it, the slumped shoulders that remained told him this was no joke. They fired him. Gave him the boot. Kicked him out and left him out to dry. After he’d put so much effort into the tournaments. What was suppose to be a routinely assist’s check up was turning out to be an evening of consultation. Gosh, how could this have even happened?

“Oh W-wah! I don’t got a house now! the a-a-a-apartment was all I had and I-” His composure for words is lost, holding onto his friend as tightly as his wobbly, drained arms could. The realization really sunk in at that point. He had nowhere to go. He was a jobless, homeless loser with only a silly get-up and a full suitcase to his name.

He continued to cry into Waluigi’s shoulder, now soaked from the sweaty tears that Sam still dug out of his eyes. It went on like this for a little while, his tear ducts eventually cried for mercy themselves, drying up, it was just a sad man with his forehead on his friend. 

“I…” He started, a hollow, sobbing tone to his voice. “I’m done for. I’m no longer the announcer… I’m just-” He held off saying it, denying his fate for just a few precious moments of disbelief, hoping that in some way his ex-bosses reconsidered.

He didn’t even make it 15 feet from the entrance, slumped against the wall with half of the bottle downed. Sam recognized that voice, even in his overly drunken state, he’d know who it belongs to.

A high-pitched giggle escaped his lips in response, his head turning over so he could look at Wah in the dark of the night. “Heeeey Wah, it’s been- forever! Whoops! Haha! You already said that.” He gave a nonsensical wink the plumber’s way.

Taking another swig from the bottle, Sam’s arms hung back down, his body sprawled out carelessly before his purple-painted friend. 

After a despondent silence passed, Samuel’s face scrunched up as he wracked his brain. “Oh! You know what I was thinkin’? I remember what you said about those corporate jackasses and maaaan, you were right!” He giggled once more, his tone still light and bubbly even as tears streamed down his face. “Th-those dickholes don’t know good-” A hiccup interrupted. “-talent wh-when they see it.”

“Wait, WHAT?” His arms automatically shot out towards Sal’s brooding shoulders. He reeked. And if it weren’t for the gloved hands, he could imagine that he was drenched in a booze scented sweat. “You’re a kidding, right? Pullin’ Waluigi’s leg? Cus there’s no way Imma’ believin’ that. You’re like their bread and butter! Why would they…”

But no matter how much he tried denying it, the slumped shoulders that remained told him this was no joke. They fired him. Gave him the boot. Kicked him out and left him out to dry. After he’d put so much effort into the tournaments. What was suppose to be a routinely assist’s check up was turning out to be an evening of consultation. Gosh, how could this have even happened?

Being fired from his job, the only thing Sam could think to do was to shut down and move out. What other response was there?

His facade of strength still held high, Samuel froze at the door when asked this question, still slightly ajar with his hand on the doorknob and one foot lingering in the hallway. “I… don’t know.”

He didn’t even make it 15 feet from the entrance, slumped against the wall with half of the bottle downed. Sam recognized that voice, even in his overly drunken state, he’d know who it belongs to.

A high-pitched giggle escaped his lips in response, his head turning over so he could look at Wah in the dark of the night. “Heeeey Wah, it’s been- forever! Whoops! Haha! You already said that.” He gave a nonsensical wink the plumber’s way.

Taking another swig from the bottle, Sam’s arms hung back down, his body sprawled out carelessly before his purple-painted friend. 

After a despondent silence passed, Samuel’s face scrunched up as he wracked his brain. “Oh! You know what I was thinkin’? I remember what you said about those corporate jackasses and maaaan, you were right!” He giggled once more, his tone still light and bubbly even as tears streamed down his face. “Th-those dickholes don’t know good-” A hiccup interrupted. “-talent wh-when they see it.”

“Wait, WHAT?” His arms automatically shot out towards Sal’s brooding shoulders. He reeked. And if it weren’t for the gloved hands, he could imagine that he was drenched in a booze scented sweat. “You’re a kidding, right? Pullin’ Waluigi’s leg? Cus there’s no way Imma’ believin’ that. You’re like their bread and butter! Why would they…”

But no matter how much he tried denying it, the slumped shoulders that remained told him this was no joke. They fired him. Gave him the boot. Kicked him out and left him out to dry. After he’d put so much effort into the tournaments. What was suppose to be a routinely assist’s check up was turning out to be an evening of consultation. Gosh, how could this have even happened?

Being fired from his job, the only thing Sam could think to do was to shut down and move out. What other response was there?

His facade of strength still held high, Samuel froze at the door when asked this question, still slightly ajar with his hand on the doorknob and one foot lingering in the hallway. “I… don’t know.”