#shipgrumps

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That's right! Or should I say, that's write? (cue loud boo-ing and the throwing of tomatoes)

I'm back, and I'm taking fanfic commissions once again. If you don't know me, check out my pinned post on my blog to see if you once did!

Whether or not you know me, I lost my job today, and unfortunately I don't have much saved up to support myself while I look for a new one. So I'm jumping back into commissions with a reignited passion driven by the need for survival! What could be better?

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I currently have 5 word count tiers to choose from, and I am accepting commission requests for:

Five 100-word fics

Five 500-word fics

Three 1000-word fics

Two 3000-word fics

One 5000-word fic

If I am able to fill and complete these, I will reopen commissions again in the future!

Please see my Terms of Service before submitting your request! I also have the list of fandoms attached to said document for you to pick from!

I am accepting 18+ NSFW commissions as well - see the terms of service for details!

If you can't commission, please share as much as you can! I appreciate all the help and support I've gotten throughout the years on this website, and I appreciate the help and support I'll receive in advance after posting this.

He couldn’t remember her name. Tiffany? Tricia? ...Tinsley? Ah, it didn’t matter. It had been quick and dirty and she’d winked at him before leaving, not giving him any contact information. Just the way he liked it.

Danny took a sip of his tea as he idly flipped through his edition of Knives and Tits Monthly, able to hear Ninja Brian stomping around in the kitchen. He could smell something cooking, and the oven was slammed shut. “Something smells good out there, dude!”

Ninja Brian flipped Danny off as he made his way into the living room, clad in a much more casual outfit than usual, just black sweats and an old, worn in yellow tee. Most notable was his lack of a mask. Danny let out a low whistle, smirking. “Well hello there, Mr. Silver Fox.” Brian glared, which made him laugh. “Of course, my bad. Dr. Silver Fox. How could I forget your PhD in murder?”

Brian let out a soft breath and sat down by Danny, just a little too close to be friendly as he crossed his arms. Danny wrapped an arm around his shoulders, comfortable as he rested his cheek on Brian’s head. “Hi.”

Unsurprisingly, there wasn’t a reply, just hands snagging the magazine and flipping to an article about forging methods for large knives. Danny blew a raspberry, cuddling closer. “You skipped the tits!” Brian didn’t even look up. “Okay, just because you don’t like them.” Danny pouted, but Brian just set the magazine aside and manhandled Danny until his legs were across his lap.

Danny blinked, but certainly forgot about complaining as he kissed Brian’s cheek, just below a scar that stretched from below his ear to the bridge of his nose. He grinned as the pale skin bloomed a soft pink, Brian pretending not to care as he picked the magazine back up.

But oh, Danny knew he cared. Danny knew exactly how much Brian cared.

Look at how cute the gang looks im-

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please don't repost

OH WORM???

CW: a small amount of blood