Dr4g0nf4n15

Hello and welcome! Dr4g0nf4n15 here with my first (ever) commissions opening. Now because writing is what I'm good at, and because everyone has bills to pay, I will be opening up writing commissions for those who want or are looking for a writer. But!! Before we get started with the prices, let's go over a few ground rules. 1: I will NOT be doing any NSFW, 18+, etc, as I am not familiar with it. Go elsewhere if you're looking for that, please. 2: Writing takes time, so please be patient. I promise the requested writing WILL be finished. (If there is a deadline, please specify) 3: If you do not like the writing done, I will try to compensat

Welcome to the world of Aerithor, where there are several dozen different regions. The southern region snows a lot. Electricity there is scarce, so fireplaces and candles are used for heat and light. Water is drawn from wells outside. Firewood stoves are used to cook. People skilled in hunting need to hunt for their food. Giant Bears and Frost Wolves are a problem ONLY if someone provokes them or threatens their territory. Other wild beings are out there as well. Trolls, rare but still a big threat. Frost Giants live in the mountains, along with the two-tusked mammoth-like Alithean. Deep Elves live in the Deep Dark, caverns under the mountain

You're in an empty room, practicing a speech. No-one else is around. You know this, you've already checked. Dozens of times you've checked. You've changed your clothes dozens of times. Reworded your speech dozens of times. Redid your makeup dozens of times. Until you finally settle on one set of clothes, settled for one set of how your makeup looks. But something still isn't quite right, is it? You dismiss the feeling, casting it off as just nerves. For a couple hours longer, you practice your speech. But during that time, the feeling grows stronger, and stronger, and stronger. There aren't any mirrors in the room, so you resort to pacing. Pa

What if you were told that 'happily ever after' was a lie? That it was a myth, a fairy tale, nonexistent? What if the knight kidnapped the princess, and the dragon saved her? What if the King and Queen destroyed their kingdom, instead of building it? What if.... the villains were really the heroes, and the heroes were imposters? What if Cinderella never went to the ball? What if Sleeping Beauty never woke up? What if Rapunzel stayed locked in her tower? What if Snow White stayed in her glass coffin? And if Pocahontas had never met John Smith? What if Little Red Riding Hood had been eaten by the Wolf? And if the Three Little Pigs had been cook

Imagine a cliff. Overlooking an ocean. You don't know what the ocean is called, but you feel like you've been here before. And at the edge of the cliff, there is a young girl, around 15-16 in age. She looks absolutely heartbroken. And another young girl standing behind her, begging her not to jump, pleading with her not to go, not to leave her. The first girl shakes her head, tears streaming down her face, soaking her clothes. She doesn't want to go, but she knows she has to, for the others safety. Then she turns to the other and whispers something to her. The girl she's facing runs towards her, trying to get to her before she falls. Then the

A gun, a shot, falling, blood everywhere, fear, terror, screaming, running, a phone call in the dark. Telling what happened, "my sister's been shot," more tears, then the shock sets in. She was the only other one who survived the fire with you. Now she's bleeding out on the floor of her dark apartment, her kid sitting next to her, crying, screaming for her to get up. The attack had happened fast, barely a second to register it. You go and answer the door when the ambulance shows up, leading them to her, taking her kid and sitting in the corner, trying to calm her down. You watch as they check for a pulse, for a response, for any signs of life

Always lost, in myself. Never reaching out. Trying so hard, yet always falling short. Crying desperately, for someone to hear. But they go on, never noticing, or caring. Wanting to speak, needing attention. But they can't see, can't hear, can't even feel. Boxed in, on the outside looking in. Wanting a friend, a life, something, anything. Wondering, watching, wanting to belong. But still, closed off, shut out, ignored. Always lost, in myself. Never reaching out.

Name: Yukito 'Wings' Wingrell (Yuki) Age: 17 Preferences: He's interested in training for the Royal Guard. Prefers to be hands on and doesn't deal with time-wasters or suspicious people. Personality: Easygoing, level-headed, kind, caring and respectful. He cares greatly for his younger sister and tries to help her out as much as possible. He likes reading, and he helps around the house whenever he's needed. Overly protective of family and friends. Other: He's an elemental, a being made of the elements. He controls them at will, but prefers his human form to blend in with others. Very rarely loses control, but when he does, it can become catas

Name: Angelika 'Wings' Wingrell (Angel) Age: 14 Preferences: prefers her brothers old leggings and shirts. Dislikes skirts and dresses. Has a fascination with plants, animals, people, weirdly shaped gems and other lands. Personality: stubborn, strong willed, loving, generous, wary of strangers, guards and law keepers. She once tried learning to read, but quickly grew bored with it, instead preferring the freedom of nature and being outside. She climbed trees and helped injured animals. Other:  She is able to change her form into various animals when she feels threatened. She has another soul inside her, the dragon priestess, Luma. Luma is her

'Well. The wandering lamb has returned to the fold. Welcome back.' -Lord of the Realm- Two days had passed since Akira had regained her name and a small amount of her memory. She still hadn't regained her voice, so she was full of questions and things she wanted to know about. While the were travelling, Terrell started teaching her about the plants and animals filling the realm. There were plants like bristle-beans, toad-weeds, and whistle-thickets. There were animals like birch bees, honey cats, and spotter-fish. Then, of course, there were the monsters. Terrell tried to avoid them as much as possible, and when he couldn't, he tried to defe