Dante Noir
Hello! I'm Dante. I'm a fanfic writer that eventually wants to publish books. I write SFW and NSFW works.I also occasionally make moodboards.You can see my main places to find me + contact me below, and all my other things (including the mains) there! -->-->
The "Important Stuff"
Name: Dante
D.O.B.: January 3
Current Occupation: University student (English B.A.)
Commission Status: Available
My samples
See Prices Here
Socials
Here are all the places you can usually reach me, in no particular order of most to least active.
Terms of Service
Don't steal my writing or feed it to AI
Credit me if you reference my stuff
I reserve the right to decline a commission for any reason
Services Offered
Creative Writing
SFW and NSFW content
fandom, OCs, yumeships
One-Shots (may add longer works in the future)
Any relationship(s)
Moodboards
just nothing too gory or inappropriate
Payment Method
50% upfront, 50% when complete.Payment is accepted through PayPal ONLY.
Turnaround Time
One week minimum, three weeks maximum.
Duration depends on complexity of prompt and personal availability/current workload
Price List
For all my creative thingsFor any further questions, DM me on Twitter or Instagram :)
Creative Writing Prices
Short Story: 0.05 USD per word (50 USD per 1000 words)
Add-Ons
nsfw fee: 20% of base price
behind the scenes notes: 10% of base price
Moodboard Prices
$15 for one (1) moodboard. That's-- that's it.
Realistically, I think you pay as much as you think is appropriate or we barter, but ideally, $15 minimum.
Example Works (all can be found on Ao3)
Sample 1 (SFW)
"Comfort"
“You can cry if you need to,” he said gently. Honestly, that was the only encouragement he needed. Harumasa sniffled and opened his mouth to speak, but all that came out was unintelligible garbage. Lighter chuckled, and hugged Harumasa close to his chest. He hugged Lighter back, crying into his bare chest.
“There there,” he cooed, gently rubbing his back and slowly rocking side to side. “It’ll be okay.”Sample 2 (NSFW)
"Parting Hour"
At this point, all rational thought was gone. Mydei clung onto Phainon, practically out of breath from desperation. She was so horny it hurt. As crass as it sounded in her head, it was very much true– the greedy warmth in between her legs ached for the feeling of something filling it, that something being Phainon. Mydei flinched when she suddenly felt her lower half get submerged in warm bath water, but quickly relaxed at how it eased her tensed and aching muscles. Phainon sat down on one of the seats under the water, her hands gently rubbing Mydei’s lower back.
