Hello hello wonderful people of Flight Rising! I've come to humbly offer my yapping services to you! I've been writing for basically my whole life and while I've always had a fondness for creative writing, most recently I've picked up writing lore and fanfiction!
Since I also have a chronic art addiction..I figured this would be a good way to earn some gems!
Here are some examples of my past works to get a flavor of my writing style -
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1w337Tvp6xRPDSgnVXwOLcpGq-GMF4Heyk3kzNdSK18k/edit?usp=sharing
(Note that in the works above, I use a more poetic and fluid style in my prose. I adjust my writing style depending on the character or scene I am working with!)
Services offered:
Biography! (for your dragon, or multiple, if you'd like): These are usually 250 words, no more than 300. I charge at a rate of 1g/kt per word, so that is
250g/kt for a bio! If I go slightly over I will not charge you more, unless you'd like me to go over, in which case we can discuss pricing!
Scene:
- This can be between as many characters as you want! You would have to give me sufficient details to work with, otherwise I assume you are giving me some creative liberties. Base price is
500g/kt for a 500-word scene. I offer 1k word scenes for
1000g/kt.
In all honesty, I'm not sure how to properly price my writing, so most of the time I'll just follow the 1g/kt per word rate! If you have an idea/commission that doesn't fit into these two categories, you're free to just tell me and set a word range you'd like, and I'll tell you the price!
TURNAROUND TIME:
Last I tested my typing speed was 120wpm, so if you happen to place an order on a day where I have a considerable free block between classes, or on a weekend, I will most likely get back to you pretty fast!
I finished my last few comms in a day and sometimes even under a day, so I'd say that's my overall TAT! But to give myself wiggle room in case something comes up, definitive TAT is
2-3 days.
COMMISSION FORM (please fill this out!!):
Name:
Service you are ordering:
Character(s) involved:
Details/specifications:
Link to dragon(s):
Payment type:
SLOTS:
1. Hikumi
2.
3. [CLOSED]
4. [CLOSED]
5. [CLOSED]
Thanks for stopping by! Should you have any questions, comments, or just want to lore dump on me (which I love, by the way) to help guide my writing, feel free to PM me or DM on discord! (My username is tofukiyo)
COMPLETED COMMISSIONS: 9
Hello hello wonderful people of Flight Rising! I've come to humbly offer my yapping services to you! I've been writing for basically my whole life and while I've always had a fondness for creative writing, most recently I've picked up writing lore and fanfiction!
Since I also have a chronic art addiction..I figured this would be a good way to earn some gems!
Here are some examples of my past works to get a flavor of my writing style -
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1w337Tvp6xRPDSgnVXwOLcpGq-GMF4Heyk3kzNdSK18k/edit?usp=sharing
(Note that in the works above, I use a more poetic and fluid style in my prose. I adjust my writing style depending on the character or scene I am working with!)
Services offered:
Biography! (for your dragon, or multiple, if you'd like): These are usually 250 words, no more than 300. I charge at a rate of 1g/kt per word, so that is
250g/kt for a bio! If I go slightly over I will not charge you more, unless you'd like me to go over, in which case we can discuss pricing!
Scene:
- This can be between as many characters as you want! You would have to give me sufficient details to work with, otherwise I assume you are giving me some creative liberties. Base price is
500g/kt for a 500-word scene. I offer 1k word scenes for
1000g/kt.
In all honesty, I'm not sure how to properly price my writing, so most of the time I'll just follow the 1g/kt per word rate! If you have an idea/commission that doesn't fit into these two categories, you're free to just tell me and set a word range you'd like, and I'll tell you the price!
TURNAROUND TIME:
Last I tested my typing speed was 120wpm, so if you happen to place an order on a day where I have a considerable free block between classes, or on a weekend, I will most likely get back to you pretty fast!
I finished my last few comms in a day and sometimes even under a day, so I'd say that's my overall TAT! But to give myself wiggle room in case something comes up, definitive TAT is
2-3 days.
COMMISSION FORM (please fill this out!!):
Name:
Service you are ordering:
Character(s) involved:
Details/specifications:
Link to dragon(s):
Payment type:
SLOTS:
1. Hikumi
2.
3. [CLOSED]
4. [CLOSED]
5. [CLOSED]
Thanks for stopping by! Should you have any questions, comments, or just want to lore dump on me (which I love, by the way) to help guide my writing, feel free to PM me or DM on discord! (My username is tofukiyo)
COMPLETED COMMISSIONS: 9
the delusion festers and rots
writing shop
Finished order for SunkissedDragon!
Crash considered his life to be relatively simple - unload packages, sort the vials and baubles that Fable liked to order, and take care of Fable’s money on all financial fronts. It was meditative, in a way. At first he had been intimidated when presented with his tasks, but eventually, he came to appreciate the monotony. He rarely ever questioned Fable, focusing more on the packages than on what Fable was up to. As far he was concerned, well, it wasn’t his concern.
Come to think of it, he really didn’t know what Fable did for a living. He had never been told, and he never asked.
Crash shrugged to himself as he wiped his hands on a washcloth, directing his attention to the shelf he had just organized. He sighed, content that everything was now in order and in place. Not a single bottle or bauble out of place. Fable would be proud.
Just as Crash was preparing to settle down and find something to occupy himself, he heard a brisk knock on the front door. A sigh. Must be another package, and Crash made a bet with himself that it must be another box of colorful liquids. Swishing his tail reluctantly, he answered the door. All that greeted him was a tightly sealed box, stamped in bright red ink with “FRAGILE.” Not a single delivery person in sight. Classic.
That was just how it went. This delivery must have been from that one merchant Fable liked ordering from - Crash never bothered asking the guy’s name. The merchant never showed his face at their door anyway, leaving Crash to fill in the holes himself. Crash sighed, rubbing his hands together as he hoisted the box up into his arms and carried it indoors, swinging the door shut with his tail while he was at it. This particular package seemed heavier than most, and though Crash could guess that he probably wouldn’t recognize any of the goods that Fable ordered this time, he found himself somewhat excited to reveal any of the mysteries inside the box.
First, a vial. That was no surprise - a lot of packages like this one came with an assortment of vials. This one was slightly bigger than most, rounded at the bottom and smooth to the touch. A diamond-shaped cork secured to the bottle and sealed it tightly, so Crash assumed the dimly glowing purple liquid inside probably smelled bad. Or something along those lines. The liquid swished gently in the bottle, its dark purple hue minutely shifting between shades of indigo and even pink, like the sunset. It shimmered enticingly. Crash held himself back from opening the vial out of curiosity and gingerly placed it with other similarly colored liquids on the shelf he had just organized.
Next, another vial. This one he recognized - he’d seen it before and concluded that it must be a potion of sorts. It was bright green, bubbly, and stored in a tiny pear-shaped flask printed with a skull on it. Crash didn’t think much of the skull, and instead placed the vial next to the other green liquids. He took pride in his impeccable color-coding.
After unpacking a few more bottles of various shapes, sizes, and containing liquids of all colors of the rainbow, Crash finally unearthed something that wasn’t a liquid. Rejoice! There was a fresh roll of linens, soft, white, and silky to the touch. He set it aside, planning to put it in the designated medical drawer later. There was also a set of daggers - two small, two large, and one oddly shaped one that looked like a crossover between a needle and a butter knife. Probably a letter opener, Crash guessed. As he was carefully sorting the knives back into the case they came in, careful not to cut himself, there came a loud, thunderous, violent knocking on the door. Then the knob turned, locks clicked, and Fable came crashing through the door. He looked like he had never looked before - cut up, beaten, ragged, and breathing heavily. His pants hung in the air, tired and laced with urgency. Fable grunted, clutching a wound on his waist while using his other arm to stabilize himself against the wall.
Crash nearly dropped the knives in his hands.
“Bandages,” Fable growled through clenched teeth, wincing at his wound, “I need bandages, Crash!”
Snapping back into reality, Crash placed the knife case on a nearby table and scrambled for the linens that he had just unpacked earlier. Groping around the floor, he managed to grab a hold of the linen roll with trembling fingers, and helped Fable into the room, setting a soft mat on the floor before allowing Fable to settle down, his breaths still ragged. Fable’s hand moved away from the wound, allowing Crash to tend to it gently, wincing occasionally as he applied ointment and tightened the bandages around the scar. Blood stained the silvery whiteness of Fable’s hands, some of it already dried on his hands and fingernails.
“What happened?” Crash asked, cutting another strip of linen.
“Ah, nothing,” Fable laughed, his usual, charming laugh, “just got into a lil’ scuffle.”
“A little scuffle? That got you this beaten up?” Crash asked, eyebrows raised as he smeared another, smaller cut on Fable’s arm with ointment and wrapped it tightly. Fable winced.
“It’s really not a big deal,” Fable sighed, brushing a lock of long, silky fur out of his face. “I’ll live.”
Crash nodded, not prodding any further as he cut another linen, this one longer to ensure it wrapped tightly around Fable’s wounds. He’d never seen Fable this injured, and he took it to himself to make sure that every cut and every wound was well tended for. Not a single one would escape his eye, Crash decided, and he’d make sure Fable was up and running again in no time. His tail swished back and forth ever-so-slightly, betraying a bit of his eagerness and fervor.
“Crash?”
Fable’s voice cut into his thoughts.
“Oh! Uh-yes- you’ll recover,” Crash stuttered sheepishly, snapping back to the present moment. Fable chuckled.
There was a silent pause between the two that hung in the air, yet it was more priceless than jewels and gold.
“You’re a good guy, Crash,” Fable muttered, his voice soft and guttural as his eyes closed and his breath evened, drifting off into a gentle slumber.
Crash didn’t respond, but smiled to himself, content as he wrapped the last linen.
Finished order for SunkissedDragon!
Crash considered his life to be relatively simple - unload packages, sort the vials and baubles that Fable liked to order, and take care of Fable’s money on all financial fronts. It was meditative, in a way. At first he had been intimidated when presented with his tasks, but eventually, he came to appreciate the monotony. He rarely ever questioned Fable, focusing more on the packages than on what Fable was up to. As far he was concerned, well, it wasn’t his concern.
Come to think of it, he really didn’t know what Fable did for a living. He had never been told, and he never asked.
Crash shrugged to himself as he wiped his hands on a washcloth, directing his attention to the shelf he had just organized. He sighed, content that everything was now in order and in place. Not a single bottle or bauble out of place. Fable would be proud.
Just as Crash was preparing to settle down and find something to occupy himself, he heard a brisk knock on the front door. A sigh. Must be another package, and Crash made a bet with himself that it must be another box of colorful liquids. Swishing his tail reluctantly, he answered the door. All that greeted him was a tightly sealed box, stamped in bright red ink with “FRAGILE.” Not a single delivery person in sight. Classic.
That was just how it went. This delivery must have been from that one merchant Fable liked ordering from - Crash never bothered asking the guy’s name. The merchant never showed his face at their door anyway, leaving Crash to fill in the holes himself. Crash sighed, rubbing his hands together as he hoisted the box up into his arms and carried it indoors, swinging the door shut with his tail while he was at it. This particular package seemed heavier than most, and though Crash could guess that he probably wouldn’t recognize any of the goods that Fable ordered this time, he found himself somewhat excited to reveal any of the mysteries inside the box.
First, a vial. That was no surprise - a lot of packages like this one came with an assortment of vials. This one was slightly bigger than most, rounded at the bottom and smooth to the touch. A diamond-shaped cork secured to the bottle and sealed it tightly, so Crash assumed the dimly glowing purple liquid inside probably smelled bad. Or something along those lines. The liquid swished gently in the bottle, its dark purple hue minutely shifting between shades of indigo and even pink, like the sunset. It shimmered enticingly. Crash held himself back from opening the vial out of curiosity and gingerly placed it with other similarly colored liquids on the shelf he had just organized.
Next, another vial. This one he recognized - he’d seen it before and concluded that it must be a potion of sorts. It was bright green, bubbly, and stored in a tiny pear-shaped flask printed with a skull on it. Crash didn’t think much of the skull, and instead placed the vial next to the other green liquids. He took pride in his impeccable color-coding.
After unpacking a few more bottles of various shapes, sizes, and containing liquids of all colors of the rainbow, Crash finally unearthed something that wasn’t a liquid. Rejoice! There was a fresh roll of linens, soft, white, and silky to the touch. He set it aside, planning to put it in the designated medical drawer later. There was also a set of daggers - two small, two large, and one oddly shaped one that looked like a crossover between a needle and a butter knife. Probably a letter opener, Crash guessed. As he was carefully sorting the knives back into the case they came in, careful not to cut himself, there came a loud, thunderous, violent knocking on the door. Then the knob turned, locks clicked, and Fable came crashing through the door. He looked like he had never looked before - cut up, beaten, ragged, and breathing heavily. His pants hung in the air, tired and laced with urgency. Fable grunted, clutching a wound on his waist while using his other arm to stabilize himself against the wall.
Crash nearly dropped the knives in his hands.
“Bandages,” Fable growled through clenched teeth, wincing at his wound, “I need bandages, Crash!”
Snapping back into reality, Crash placed the knife case on a nearby table and scrambled for the linens that he had just unpacked earlier. Groping around the floor, he managed to grab a hold of the linen roll with trembling fingers, and helped Fable into the room, setting a soft mat on the floor before allowing Fable to settle down, his breaths still ragged. Fable’s hand moved away from the wound, allowing Crash to tend to it gently, wincing occasionally as he applied ointment and tightened the bandages around the scar. Blood stained the silvery whiteness of Fable’s hands, some of it already dried on his hands and fingernails.
“What happened?” Crash asked, cutting another strip of linen.
“Ah, nothing,” Fable laughed, his usual, charming laugh, “just got into a lil’ scuffle.”
“A little scuffle? That got you this beaten up?” Crash asked, eyebrows raised as he smeared another, smaller cut on Fable’s arm with ointment and wrapped it tightly. Fable winced.
“It’s really not a big deal,” Fable sighed, brushing a lock of long, silky fur out of his face. “I’ll live.”
Crash nodded, not prodding any further as he cut another linen, this one longer to ensure it wrapped tightly around Fable’s wounds. He’d never seen Fable this injured, and he took it to himself to make sure that every cut and every wound was well tended for. Not a single one would escape his eye, Crash decided, and he’d make sure Fable was up and running again in no time. His tail swished back and forth ever-so-slightly, betraying a bit of his eagerness and fervor.
“Crash?”
Fable’s voice cut into his thoughts.
“Oh! Uh-yes- you’ll recover,” Crash stuttered sheepishly, snapping back to the present moment. Fable chuckled.
There was a silent pause between the two that hung in the air, yet it was more priceless than jewels and gold.
“You’re a good guy, Crash,” Fable muttered, his voice soft and guttural as his eyes closed and his breath evened, drifting off into a gentle slumber.
Crash didn’t respond, but smiled to himself, content as he wrapped the last linen.
the delusion festers and rots
writing shop
