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Toxxi's Literature Commissions

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Prices for all options are 2 coffees / $6 per 300 words.

For FR, that's 600 gems, 600,000 treasure, or 300 levels.

Character Bios

Have a new character, but no information for them? Need that sweet backstory but don't have the time or inspiration for it? Let me do it for you!

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Poetry

Have a concept that you want turned into a rhymed measure, or perhaps even song lyrics if you have a syllable map? I'm good with AABB rhyme, AAAA rhyme, ABAB rhyme, and lymerick rhyme. I struggle with free verse, since my work doesn't feel like poetry like that.

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Fanfiction

I'm picky with accepting fanfiction (Either of established media, or of your OCs). I need to be familiar with the source material. If I am? Then I'll happily write it! If not, I'm likely to turn you down. Just ask me about the characters/fandom.

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Original Fiction

Give me a concept and a few key points, and the rest is up to me to write a completely original story to surprise you with.

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Smut (18+ Only)

While I can write porn, and porn without plot, I prefer not to. My asexuality prevents me from seeing things as "sexy" as other people might. That's more of an obstacle than a barrier, however; if I'm given enough information about desired kinks (I'm familiar with the common ones), then I can write it. Just listing which sorts of things you'd like featured is usually enough.

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Discord

While it's not mandatory to join my Discord, it is HEAVILY encouraged. Your order information is kept here whether you join or not, and you get offered the opportunity to have multiple updates and quizzing as I work on your piece. Additionally, occasionally I'll run server-only opportunities, such as requests, contests, or discounts.

You'll also get access to my YouTube videos as they go live, all of my gaming channels, art channels, and socialization channels.

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General Information

Payment - I always expect payment up front before I begin. This is not negotiable. However, since I charge by word count, you will decide your upper budget and pay half in advance, then pay the rest upon completion in order to recieve your finished work.
Refunds - I will only refund if the work is less than half-finished, and never once it’s been completed. If I decide I can’t finish your commission for whatever reason or I’ve taken too long, you will be made aware, and you will only be charged the level I completed for you with the rest refunded. If you decide you don't want to continue the project after being shown the first half of the writing, the writing will be released to you, the first half of payment kept, and the second half dismissed.
Time - It takes me a long time to finish a commission sometimes. You can prod me once a week to see progress if I am not giving any (I need reminders a lot of the time.), and after one month you can ask about a refund if you would no longer like to keep waiting. Reminders help me, as I am ADHD and I tend to forget my tasks and not realize how much time is actually passing between working on things. I tend to give updates on my mental health, as it often affects my ability to write.

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Character Bio Example

Tags: Autism, ADHD, Grad Student

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Basics

Noah Kitter
Age 24
Pronouns are She/Her

Appearance

Five foot seven, one hundred and thirty pounds, Noah isn't big. You couldn't tell though, as she often cloaks her form in oversized androgynous clothing. Her favorite colors are brown and orange, and she wears thick tortoiseshell-rimmed glasses. Her race is mixed Japanese-Caucasian, the Asian ancestry tinting her skin a darker color, her eyes are almond shaped but a brilliant green from her father, and she's got messy black hair that she keeps cut so that it only just covers her ears. Her favorite kind of shoes is flat top converse, with long silly-patterned socks.

Personality
Noah is focused, and when she's focused, she lags in response to things around her, which makes her come off as inattentive and tired when that's not actually the case. When her attention belongs to herself, she's soft spoken but overall a happy girl who loves what she loves and doesn't care what anyone else thinks about it. She's got Asperger Syndrome, and keeps herself busy with a collection of stims. A few constant ones are a spinner ring and a chew necklace, and a fidget cube in her pocket.

Likes
FallPumpkin FlavorsGinger catsCreative Writing
Dislikes
HeatDeep WaterLarge DogsAcademic Writing
Backstory
Noah was born to a working single mother, and spent most of her childhood alone, vaguely supervised between what babysitters could be afforded, a child's tablet given to keep her occupied, and--as she grew older--books. Often home alone and unable to leave as a result, books were her escape from the world, her life's fixation. She consumed anything she could, escaping to worlds of fantasy and wonder, worlds where wizards hid among normal people in a secret world, worlds where cats talked and joined tribes that fought for territory, worlds where the gods were real and produced children that went to summer camp.

That was always more interesting that the real world, to her.

School bored her, by the time she was in later grades, her reading level was far above that of her peers. With accommodations to keep the homework at bay and the book smarts to get through the classwork, her loves and friends continued to stay on the page as she used the library to continue reading and learning.

By highschool, she'd decided on a major in creative writing, despite not knowing what she could do with that sort of degree. Become an author? A freelancer? Surely there were more options than that, right? Either way, she was ravenous, always hungry for more to expand her fictional world even more.

Today, she's fresh out of college, working as an understudy for a professor of literary science, having chosen teaching as her profession. Teaching others how to write these amazing worlds, and then having the opportunity to read them for herself? A dream come true, as far as she's concerned.

It'd be a lot less tiring if the professor she's training under wasn't so... eccentric.

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Poetry Example

Tags: Metaphor

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Rain

summer
the land is thirsty, cicadas cry
humid
the air is heavy, the ground is dry

thunder
it's getting dark, the sky turns grey
droplets
dusty trails are beginning to wash away

refreshing
warm rain splashes against your skin
lightning
the sharp contrast it puts you in

rain
the scent of earth with life once more
knowing
and this is the calm before the storm

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Fanfiction Example

Tags: BNHA/MHA, Surprise Party

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Izuku knew he was getting in over his head, but really, he thought, there was no backing out of it now.

He'd faced some of the worst villains, been through immense pain breaking every bone he can think of--Sometimes in multiple places!--even gone through the soul-shattering experience of disappointing friends. But genuinely, truthfully, honestly...

Nothing was scarier than throwing Katsuki a surprise party.

Kirishima had suggested it, and the entire class hopped on board, but Izuku knew better. There was a chance this could all go to hell, that getting startled could have Katsuki blowing someone's face off. Did they really expect he'd smile? At best, this is a terrible idea. That's why it was up to him to keep Katsuki busy while the rest of the class set up.

God, if he wasn't underage, he'd get a drink.

"What the fuck do you MEAN you don't want to go home yet??"

The blonde's voice made Izuku's ears ring, but still, he put on a brave smiling face.

"There's a few more things I want to get, Kachhan, and I thought I'd seen something you would really like."

Calm, decisive, absolutely not lying while waiting for his phone to buzz and say things were ready back at the dorms. He'd had Katsuki out at the mall for a few hours now, nearly spent through his allowance, and now had to quickly locate a Thing that Katsuki "would really like." A video game, maybe? Maybe something to eat? A nice outfit, or maybe...

"Stop your goddamn mumbling, it's creepy."

The shorter of the two jerks to a standstill with a squeak, startled. Frick. Okay. Look around, look, aha! His eyes land on a store with dressed mannequins in the window. There's a sweet-ass pair of street shoes on display, blank and orange with a bolt pattern not unlike the explosive headgear on Katsuki's hero costume.

"There, look! I knew it was over here!"

The blonde scowls, but he looks, crimson eyes landing on the footwear. Seriously? Shoes? But, they do catch his interest, and he finds himself meandering up to the window to get a better look. Six thousand yen? Not the worst price. He is interested, after all, and from behind, Izuku breathes a sigh of relief. Pulling out his phone, he shoots a text to Denki asking how much longer it's going to be, it's getting hard to keep him out.

The response is almost instant.

Kirishima tripped and ruined the cake on accident, Rikido is baking a new one as they speak, Urakara and Denki are working on cleaning up the mess while the rest are doing damage control.

It's hard not to groan.

Thankfully, they enter the store. Katsuki's interested in buying the shoes, and Izuku can kill time by trying on clothes and picking things out for Katsuki. Thankfully, Katsuki likes to look nice, so he eventually takes over the poor choices and picks out some better outfits instead. Not a bad birthday, after all.

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Original Fiction Example

Tags: Unnamed characters, innocent female, knight male

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Starlight.

The faun looks upwards, her round ears pointed to the sky, the breeze ruffling her fur. She's lived in this forest her entire life, but something is different. Something is wrong. There's a scent she's never encountered before, drifting on the wind. It has her rapt attention, small cloven hooves picking through the moss and the underbrush as she tries to follow it. Her ears are alert, twitching this way and that, trying to find unfamiliar or dangerous noises.

It's dark, and her eyes aren't quite made for darkness. She bleats when she nearly runs into passing wildlife, ears bending back, shoulders pressing to the bark of a tree as she hides to make sure she's not discovered for her foolish mistake. She must know what that scent is.

"Who are you," she gently wonders out loud, carefully resuming her path. The trees are thinning as she moves upwind, she's running out of places to hide. Eventually, she's forced to stop, right on the edge of a clearing that's home to a small lake. It's dark, lit only by starlight and fireflies and bioluminescent fungi. It's here she finds him, the source of the scent.

A faun? No, he's not like her. His legs are far too straight, his ears too small and round, his head lacking in the horns of a buck. He's covered in something strange and shiny, jewelry woven into a shirt it seems, and beside him is more shiny things, his legs clad in pants made of metal, a weapon much longer than a boar's fang dagger in his hands. The scent of blood, and yet, she does not sense danger. She would, it's her specialty.

The strange man runs his fingers through his hair and rises, looking around, before his gaze stops across the lake, on the edge of the clearing. Round glowing eyes, a shadowy figure, he senses danger and stiffens. He raises his sword, pointed at the being, and shouts across the lake.

She startles and withdraws when she's seen, when she's threatened, and hides behind a tree to catch her breath. Many small creatures startle just the same and flee. But still, she senses no danger. Fear, perhaps? Is he afraid of her?

His voice yells again, higher in pitch.

She may not understand his words, but she understands fear.

The man wavers when the shadowy being appears once more, cursing that he'd removed his armor, blade up as if it could defend him from the horrors. But when the being steps into the dim light, the tip lowers. A beautiful woman, bare as the day she was born, chestnut skin blending seamlessly into fur at her hips, which lower still into delicate bent legs that'd carry her away easily with a single bound.

He's so struck with her beauty, that innocent curiosity, that he drops his weapon. She smiles, gently stepping through grass and weeds, moving towards him. He's the one with the scent, and she has so much she wants to learn.

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Smut Example

Tags: Watersports, Blowjob, Riding, Dominant Female

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"Let me help," she says, one knee going up on the bed, fingers stroking along his bare skin to find the prize, wrist adept at taking over the joking motion until a fresh moan is brought out of him. As always, he's putty in her hands. The shirt comes off so that her chest can press to his, teeth scraping against his too-sensitive neck until he starts to leak over her fingers. Little phrases of praise get said into his skin, only for him to whine when her hand pulls away. He never knows with her, what she'll do. She never has a plan, never a routine. Sometimes she'll tease and walk away, sometimes she won't go until he's spent and sore. When she pulls away completely, he's prepared for betrayal and pining. She doesn't stay gone, though.

He mewls when he feels the plush of her tongue roll over the tip of his cock, eyes fluttering back open when her furred knees frame his head. He gives a soft request for her to pull the panties off, but she merely only lifts a leg so that he can do it himself, pulling her foot out of the fabric and letting it bunch around her knee. She doesn't give him a chance to breathe once they're off, the slick slit in her fur pressing to his lips, grinding against his tongue once he's presented it to her. She's a good multitasker, even like this, swallowing him down and bobbing her head in time with her grinding. She can please both of them, all he has to do is lay there and keep his mouth open. It's not hard to do with the way he moans.

Luxi's first to cum, and she presses her mouth to base to swallow the load he offers, keeping him in her throat, rocking her hips. She's not close yet, so she wants him to stay hard, even though his sloppy lips do his best for her. He was at it longer, after all, of course he'd cum first. She'll leave the sharp tang of piss on his tongue before she rises, a reminder that he's hers, refreshing her claim on his body, and he'll swallow it down obediently, sharing the taste with her when she kisses him soon after, tongue chasing the droplets, hips sinking on his. It's about her now, and the way she grinds and moves her body is about her own pleasure. His hands are brought to her breasts and he takes over, pinching and squeezing and doing what he's silently asked until she's moaning for him too, jerky and unsteady as her orgasm soon follows.