UPDATED: 3/24/2023Howdy! My name's Quincy and I do lots of artsy things. This is my link hub where you can not only find pricing and samples but also connect to my other platforms of choice!You can also check out my "current projects" tab to see what I'm currently cookin' up in the background. > : ) cIf you'd like to support me, please check out my Ko-Fi or Etsy shop, linked above. The more I earn via my work, the less hours I need to work at my day job.

PRICING

IC LETTERS:
Digital Only - $10 *
* Physical letters will be added after I get logistics sorted out!WRITING:
500 WORDS MINIMUM
$15 - 500 Words
$30 - 1000 Words
$45 - 3000 Words
$60 - 5000 WordsAny fanfic ABOVE 5000 Words will be price negotiated.You will NOT be charged extra if I personally decide to go over the word count a bit to make your request work!Payment/orders need to be made through my Ko-Fi (link on the home page).

DELIVERY TIME

IC LETTERS:
Most letters will only take ~1-2 days!WRITING:
Delivery time depends on the word count & complexity of the request. I will give an estimation when you DM!

RULES

THINGS I CAN DO:
- Most NSFW/kink stuff (please discuss with me beforehand, there may be something I'm not able to replicate for you!)
-Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Comedy, etc.
-Any Helluva Boss or Hazbin Hotel characters and ships. Crossover is fine!
-Violence, gore, swearing, etc.THINGS I WON'T DO:
-"Dead Dove: Do Not Eat" (stories that do not explicitly condemn or actively promote problematic content. I.E. incest, rape, abuse, etc.)
- Incest, pedophilia, zoophilia, slurs, etc.

EXAMPLE #1

Full moon days for Blitzo were always a toss-up, in terms of how “excited” (for lack of a better word) he wound up feeling about the upcoming sexual rendevous.At first, it hadn’t done much for him; scheduling sex had felt contrived and not nearly as exciting as the impulsive sort he was far more familiar with. Blitzo’s past encounters usually started with throwing objects off of tables and ended with him climaxing into whatever hole would have him on a random floor three rooms off from where they’d started. That kind where it’s so sudden and fueled by emotion alone, you struggle to maintain a sense of integrity while you ripped each other’s clothes off. It felt harsh to call it violent in nature, but it sort of was. He had always had a penchant for violence, anyhow.But over time, like some weird, twisted version of a menstruation cycle, Blitzo got used to the schedule and started to anticipate it in advance. His sexual clock had synced to the moon’s position without him even trying that hard to make it happen. If Stolas even noticed the difference, he sure as hell hadn’t brought it up before now.Today, though? He was raring to go. In fact, the imp had even felt compelled to shower in advance - something he rarely bothered doing, because what was the point of getting clean if you were just going to smell like cum and sweat within a few hours? That’d forced him to rush home and back out to beat evening rush-hour traffic, so he hadn’t even bothered to throw on more than a simple t-shirt and jeans. He wasn’t even exactly sure which shirt he’d dug out of the dirty laundry sea that made up his bedroom floor. But again, that hardly mattered if it’d be off his body for the rest of the night. It was more a courtesy thing than a hard requirement.He found himself humming to the radio, fingers tapping along the steering wheel while his tail flicked back and forth in a pleasing, stimming rhythm. Blitzo didn’t even bitch when he got cut off at the green light by some asshole drunk driver. Unlike himself, that driver wasn’t about to drill the ass of a Goetia prince in the same bed that he’d slept in with his wife on numerous occasions.…It sounded kind of bad if he thought of it like that. Maybe it was better to pretend Stolas wasn’t married to some bitch of a woman who seemed more interested in her ego than sex with a man who was desperate for anyone to please him. He’d taken on an imp mistress (Mister?), which indicated to Blitzo that it could have been literally anyone else, and Stolas would’ve been satisfied with even the lamest of tops.

EXAMPLE #2

But despite the somewhat brash presentation, Anthony didn’t feel too out of place from this height. It all felt more manageable from this high in the sky, with the people and cars looking more like ants you could stomp on rather than actual risks to look out for. You wouldn’t even know you were in Hell at all, if it weren’t for the obvious sigil hanging in the night sky which confirmed the fact. This was just Times Square on its most lively nights, with the Coco-Cola ads swapped for pornography advertisements.Much like New York, too, people barely gave a shit about your presence. In Harlem, if you kept your head down and your nose out of anyone’s business but yours, you didn’t even have to talk to another person your entire stay. However, in Harlem, you couldn’t just run through the streets with your ass cheeks flapping in the breeze without someone calling the police on you. He was fairly sure at this point Hell didn’t even have coppers.Anthony placed a hand on the window, looking at his diluted reflection backed by the neon light show of a city.Dying would have been better. In fact, if you gave him the option then and there, he’d gladly take the drugs again if it meant it actually ended things this time and didn’t prolong his suffering. But if that wasn’t an option, and this was just what his life was going to be now… couldn’t he make it work?No more mafioso bullshit. No more pretending he was looking for some broad to marry and make kids with. No more doing everything he possibly could to just blend in with every other person in the world. He had an actual choice now, even if it was a limited one. Anthony could be whatever the fuck he wanted, and no one down here would care enough to call him out on it.“I remember the first time I got a look like this, too.”Anthony’s shoulders tensed as he felt the presence at his side, holding out an already lit cigarette. Nicotine sounded incredibly helpful right about now, so he quickly took it, placing it between his lips and absorbing the silence left between them.“...How’d you do it? Bein’... okay… with bein’ here.”“You only get two options down here, baby. It’s either you thrive or you die.” Valentino shrugged. Anthony followed his gaze towards two ant-sized sinners on the sidewalk below, shooting each other square in the chest and collapsing on the spot. “Anythin’ in the middle isn’t worth it. I chose to thrive.”“Thrivin’ would be nice…,” He mumbled, wincing as the blood began to pool under the set of fresh corpses a hundred or so flights below them.

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