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@therealjacksepticeye

Hey! It's me! The other one that lurks and runs this blog. I'm the one that writes the theories lol. The side that doesn't do the art. @multiplefandomsfangirl! Yep...me...

Anyway...

I decided I wanted to open up to writing commissions!

Fun!

So I'll post some samples in a minute then link them later, but I really wanted to do this cause it's something I love to do. Here's the thing though; I have college, and a part time job so I have a few rules when it comes to writing commissions.

Edit: Here’s those samples: Sweater Weather  My Golden Rose

For right now my commissioning process will probably be slow as I get into it. Please have patience with me as I learn and try to figure these things out.

I'm willing to write nsfw things to a degree. I won't do anything with an underaged reader and will hold the right to refuse a commission if I feel it's not appropriate. Otherwise please don't hesitate to ask me for a commission.

I can work with oc's but you have to describe them and their personality to me before I even have a chance to write them.

I'll probably need a scenario that you want to place these characters in. I'm not asking for specifics but a general scene you'd have in mind as well as the gender of the reader.

I can work with the markiplier, jacksepticeye, sanders sides, and Nwtb fandoms/egos for right now, but I won't do real people. This most likely will change later.

Other than those five rules I'm willing to write a lot. I'm sorry those rules seem like a lot, but it’s what I'm comfortable with right now.

Prices will be

$5 initially for 100 words then $10/+200 words.

Prices may vary depending on number and type of characters.

I'll only except payments through PayPal which I can link when you dm me your request.

I also want to tag a few people who will hopefully help support me.

@justwritingscibbles

@the-wild-ego

Schneep had spent weeks finding a way to cure the zombie.

In that time, Anti had to take care of him as he had nothing better to do

Plus, no one else could properly deal with him when he went full zombie mode.

That being said, Robbie and Anti had gotten pretty close.

Anti could vent to the zombie and slowly began to accept his small affections.

Kinda made him think about having his own kids one day.

Or maybe just sticking with caring for the zombie.....

Finally, finally, Schneep had found a cure.

The only problem was that if he gave it to the poor boy in a full dosage his body wouldn't be able to handle it.

It was going to be a painfully slow process to bring the zombie back to life.

@the-wild-ego

  Pt.2 To I Don’t Like Valentines Day Antisepticeye x reader Warning: Might be found disturbing to some.   Happy Friday the 13th~

You had expected him to stay away until next Valentines day. Leaving you in peace while you processed and prepared for next year. You thought that was the only time he visited, you thought wrong. He lingered on your mind, hallucinations and voices wouldn’t leave you alone.

After that day, you had gone silent. You didn’t call your guardians, your friends, extended family, nothing. You stopped all communication with the outside world, your mind racing with every gory way he would maim them all just to get to you. To try and own you. You couldn’t bare the thought, and you sure as hell couldn’t cope with it.

Everyone was worried about you, wanting to reach out to you just once to know you were safe. They knew the pain from all your past lovers must have been eating you up from the inside out and assumed that the reality had just come crashing down on you.

They were also wrong, you were able to cope with that. Not this.

After that night, you had gone on high alert. Your eating habits were off the rails, almost as much as your thoughts. One moment you were forgetting to eat, the next you ate too much and left yourself tired and with a twisted knot in your stomach leaving you only with the option of kicking it out of your body. Your sleep schedule was worse, it was like you could still feel his hands gripping your wrists, his nails burrowing in your skin- no stop it. Don’t think about the blood, don’t think about the scar, don’t think about the pain.

There were particular nights where you would stay up, just staring out the window from your bed. You expected him to pop out any minute. Those glowing eyes, those horns, that voice. It haunted your mind every waking moment. Not only that. It plagued your dreams.

Oh god the dreams.

No. Not dreams. Nightmares. They always started off the same. You woke up, alone, in the middle of a street. There were tall buildings but the whole place seemed to be abandoned. Smog still seemed to seep from factories and settle over the city in a quiet hush. You would always start to walk down the road. Wondering to yourself where did everyone go. You were totally and utterly alone. The whole plain almost felt ghostly. You always seemed to come upon a strange small house, alone in the center of a field that was in the middle of the city. It seemed like the only place of happiness in the silent hell around you. It actually had color and light. You almost always raised your fist to knock on the door, the sound echoing through the silent city like a ripple in the water. For some reason, no one ever answered. What little sun that was left seemed to slowly disappear. The darkness was back. This is where it was always different. The first night, you had simply turned around to wander some more, but came face to face with the demon. His lips upturned in a wicked grin, he shoved you back against the door. You awoke on the spot in a cold sweat, your heart pounding and your body quaking as you attempted to settle your ragged breathing. The next night, you remembered last time you tried to leave the door, so you didn’t run away. You knocked on the door a few more times, and waited. The sun went down once more, but this time it was like that day. He showed up again, a hand lightly placing itself on your right shoulder before gripping it harshly, his nails digging into your skin again before a his voice of gravel growled in your left ear. “Awe~ Did you wait for me?” You woke up again. The next time, you avoided the situation altogether, you stayed back in the City. You stood just outside the field. This was probably the most peaceful of the normally gorey dreams, yet it had more meaning than any of the ones before. He had stepped up beside you, calmly, looking out at the field. “You didn’t go to the door tonight.” He commented. Why did he think he could try and talk to you like a normal person? Who the fuck did he think he was to do all the shit he did and try to actually talk to you? You could tell by your peripheral he had his hands shoved in his pockets. You didn’t even look over at him, you weren’t scared like before, you were pissed. You weren’t shaking, but you were lucid dreaming, you knew for a fact it was a dream. It was a dream, wasn’t it? “What’s the point.” You shrugged. “Well, don’t you like a challenge?” He asked. You responded with silence. “...Are you already broken? You’re no fun like that.” He asked, a brow raised and a childish pout to his tone. “No, to both of those, and I don’t like you.” You said bluntly and turned your head to look at him. That was a mistake. He slowly turned his stone-like chiseled face to look you over his shoulder, his face complacent and unamused. Your anger visibly drained from your face as it went pale and lost its heat.  His lips upturned into an awry smile as his eyes seemed to glaze over like black paint on a white and sky blue canvas. “Don’t lie to yourself.” His face almost upturned into a snark smirk as he let out an inhuman, distorted chuckle. You woke up again.   You were disgusted in him, but even more so in yourself. The rest of your nights had ended with him ripping you limb from limb, claiming you to be his and that you could never escape him. You were terrified at the thought of leaving as much as you were terrified of staying. It wasn’t like you had a choice now though… You stood in front of your opened door, and eviction notice taped to it. You hadn’t show up to your job. You hadn’t left the house. You no longer had an income. You could no longer keep yourself stable. You went to your room and only packed the necessities and walked out of the building with only the bag and the clothes on your back. You had no money in your account, you couldn’t pay these bills, you would have to go bankrupt. You had gathered what you had left in cash and walked to the bus stop. When you got there, there was a young man in a suit. He had a cigarette in hand. As you walked over, keeping your distance, he let out a large puff of smoke. It was silent at first. “Are you running from something?” He asked, not looking over at you. His distant gaze almost reminded you of Anti. You nervously shifted on your feet and your heartbeat was suddenly pounding in your ears at the thought he could be similar to your torturer. “Something like that…” You trailed off, barely slicking by without a stutter. He nodded his head. “Aren’t we all?” He finally paid you a glance. He scanned you up and down before nodding his head and looking off again. You only gave him a weird look and stared back across the street. “Do you know where you’re going?” You jumped as he broke the silence again. You gave him a double take. “N- what does it matter.” You replied, barely catching yourself before you gave away too much information. “Hm.” He hummed. “I can offer you a-” “No!” You quickly cut him off rather loudly. “...no thank you.” You couldn’t include anyone else in this. You cleared your throat. He only let his stare linger for a few more seconds. “The bus is almost here.” It was completely silent, you heard no sound of a bus. “Are you sure-?” You questioned him. He nodded his head. You looked around before slowly deciding it was okay to sit beside him. He raised his brows at you and seemed to tighten his grip on his knee before taking another puff. “You smell as if you have the devil on your heels.” He said. You bit your bottom lip and nodded. “What-?” You finally heard the bus coming from up the street.

“Remember this address.” He told you, and suddenly pulled out a slip of paper. “It’s a place to stay.” You gave him an odd look and slowly took the slip of paper and slid it into your pocket. You stood up as the bus came around the corner, looking away.

“...Thanks.” you said hesitantly and  looked back at the bench. The man was already halfway down the street, hands in his pockets and walking with an uptight stride, You only just noticed he’s left a crushed cigarette butt in front of where he’d been seated.You scrunched up your brows but turned back to the bus as the doors opened with a loud clatter. After you’d paid and sat down on the bus, you couldn’t help but observe the people around you. There seemed to be an older man, a woman with two children, and a young girl, maybe around the age of 14. Everyone looked like they had a place to be but the young girl. You averted your eyes and slowly sat back in your seat closest to the isle and lazily looking out the window. The bus lights seemed to flicker, and you noticed the reflections of everyone disappeared. You turned around and looked back at the bus. It was empty. Even the driver was gone. It was like the bus was on autopilot. You held your breath as you looked around, expecting something scary or grotesque to happen. You felt a hand on your thigh. You took in a strained gasp as you froze and slowly looked down. You could see the clawed fingertips of the demons hand. You shouldn’t look over, you shouldn’t want to look over, don’t look over. You met his gaze. “Running, are we?” His voice was eerily calm as you waited for his expression to twist. You slowly shook your head no, and brought your hand down to your thigh, in attempt to pry his grip from your tender skin. “Oh~” He slid his hand up and you grabbed his wrist. “I’m not, I have nowhere to go.” The way you said it was bitter, almost broken, but something was still there. It didn't seem to phase him. “You have family. You have friends.” He reasoned the unreasonable.

“No, I have you.” He raised his brows and leaned forward.

“That’s where you’re wrong, Lass. I’ve.Got.You.” His smile finally distorted its way up his face once more. With his other hand, he roughly gripped your chin before pressing a rough sloppy kiss to yours.