RAMMY'S COMMISSIONS

Hello! I'm Rammy, and I'm offering writing commissions. I have no minimum or maximum word count, can write any genre, and can write both SFW and NSFW. My slots are currently: OPEN!

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- I will only take payment through Paypal and Venmo

INFORMATION

Currently, these are PWYW commissions, meaning that you pay what you want. There are no set prices until I'm able to add a few more examples to this section. Please note that I currently only have one example, therefore these are PWYW.

• EX. ONE

EXAMPLE ONE

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The thrill of the kill was starting to kick in.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀It wasn’t a foreign feeling to Sybil. It followed the demon wherever she went, as she climbed up the ranks, taking the lives of those below her, demon and mortal alike. But no rush could compare to this very moment, the princess in front of her being her sole target of desire. For years, she trained until she herself was a weapon of pure destruction. When paired with her actual weapon, an axe forged in the depths of Hell by Satan himself, she was capable of an unimaginable amount of mass annihilation. She craved massacre, an insatiable hunger to crush what stood in her path. Civilizations had fallen to her blade, thousands upon thousands of souls taken by her hand. It meant nothing compared to the chance to kill Princess Anabelle. As she swung her fiery blade, hands firmly grasping it while her heart raced inside of her chest, she felt fulfilled. For once, Sybil felt fully satisfied, whole inside, like this would be the last sacrifice she’d ever have to make–
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Then, the flame disappeared.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀And the axe swung elsewhere.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The contact of the princess’ sword and the demon’s axe rang throughout the forest. Sybil couldn’t hear Anabelle’s cry as her prized weapon was ripped from her hands. She narrowly avoided the other’s swing, her entire focus shifting. Her hands instinctively outstretched, eyes glued to her axe as she collided with the ground. The blood pounding in her ears drowned out any noise of the forest, and time itself seemed to freeze. Sybil could do nothing but watch as the heat from the blade and pure force engulfed the entirety of it, crumbling into ashes which disintegrated into nothingness. That axe was her favored weapon, her right-hand-man. Satan himself had forged it deep in the flames of Hell, and granted it to her before she even received her first army. It had been with her through it all. For a demon girl with no friends, that weapon was her saving grace from loneliness.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀And for it to be taken by a mortal, of all things.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀For it to be taken by Anabelle, of all people.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Sybil was dangerously quiet, sharp eyes locking on to her target as she pushed herself up. Fingers flexed stiffly, repeatedly grabbing and releasing the air in an attempt to self-soothe. Sharp nails dug deep into her palms, leaving small drops of blood behind her as she silently stalked forward. What Anabelle hadn’t yet seen was that Sybil was slowly shedding her human shell, starting with her hands. Thick, sharp claws replaced her neatly trimmed fingernails, and her dark skin started to harden into red scales. The princess was frozen in place, a deer in the headlights, only managing to take a stumbling step back. All of her suspicions of the other being nonhuman were confirmed in an instant, but what good did that do when you were staring death straight in her eyes? The rest of Sybil’s body underwent the same transformation as her hands did, every step making her less human and more monster.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“Oh, Anabelle..” A wheezing laugh escaped the girl. “I’ll kill you with my own bare hands.”

CONTACT

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