I've seen a few other people doing this, and I figured since I'm a decent writer and play this game way too much, I might as well give it a shot.

Basically, you give me things to put in my little goblin stash, and I'll write you a story.

WILL DO:
-Character/Pride lore/backstories
-Miscellaneous stories (EX: Two characters meeting, a king coming to power, etc etc)
-Story samples (EX: If you have multiple story ideas, I can write out a sort of sample paragraph for each one to see if you like it)
-Most requests, in general

WON'T DO:
-NSFW
-Non-Lioden stories (For now, that might change but we'll see how this goes)

ACCEPTED PAYMENTS
-GB
-SB (1 GB = 1000 SB)
-Most breeding items
-Most applicators
-MAYBE lions (Very unreliable payment method)
NOTE: I price items based on their current average value in the trading hub.

THE WRITING BUFFET

Sample Paragraph
-200-500 words. Will cost around 200 SB per sample paragraph, or anything equivalent to that.

Short Story
-550-1000 words. Will cost around 1-4 GB, or anything equivalent to that.

Regular Length Story
-1200-2000 words. Will cost around 4-7 GB, or anything equivalent to that.

Long Story
-2500+ words. Will cost around 8-15 GB, or anything equivalent to that, depending on length.


When you make your request, I will probably interrogate you in DMs for more information to help me write, and I'll receive half of the payment so I can hold it hostage. After that, I'll write the story, and send it to you through DMs to see if you like where it's going and if I've written/understood any of the details incorrectly. If I have, I'll fix that, and when you're happy with it, I'll get the rest of the payment.
It can generally take me anywhere from a few hours to a few days to get the story done, depending on how many requests I have and whether or not I'm dealing with my motivation throwing itself out the window. My writing style is pretty long in general, so expect that as well :))

Current Requests:



STORY EXAMPLE (Regular length)

The dark-furred lioness crouched in the weeds at the riverbank, her nose to the wind. Animals would be coming to this spot from near and far for the next few moon cycles, since it was one of the biggest reliable water sources during the dry season. This also meant the lioness wasn't the only predator lying in wait for prey to come down for a drink. She knew there must be other lions, cheetahs, and maybe even leopards hiding up and down the riverbank, though they hid themselves well.
The lioness shifted, the few bands of sunlight that made it through the green and brown burning against her flank. Suddenly, she froze, opening her mouth a little to better catch the scent that had floated by in the sweltering air. After a moment, the lioness flicked the tip of her tail excitedly. A zebra. Probably young, straggling behind its herd. Shifting her weight to her back paws, the lioness crawled through the tall weeds, barely making a sound until she had reached the edge of the plants. She could see the zebra now, too. A truly magnificent creature, nearly the same size as her. It had leaned down for a drink. It's ears twitched, alert, but the lioness knew it wouldn't detect her before it was too late.
With a triumphant growl, the lioness sprang, soaring through the air. She could already see it in her mind.. she would land squarely on the zebra's back, her claws digging into its shoulders.. the animal would fight back, but she would win.. and there would be praise and respect from all the lions in her pride, everyone would see her as the lioness who went out and fed the pride while everyone else rested. She could practically feel the zebra flesh under her paws... and then something smacked into her and knocked her out of the air.
The lioness leapt to her paws in the slippery mud with a furious snarl. She barely registered a dappled yellowish-brown pelt before she started running, sprinting as fast as her paws could carry her after the black and white flicker that had run into a small thicket of trees at the edge of the river.
She launched herself over a thornbush, ducked under a fallen tree, and had almost touched the zebra's flank before the same dappled pelt fell out of the sky and squarely onto the zebra's back, knocking the animal to the ground. The lioness nearly ran over the tangle of fur and legs as the two animals fought. She barely hesitated before launching herself at the screaming zebra, raking her claws across its flank as the other cat tore into its throat. Within barely a minute, the black and white creature was dead in a pool of its own blood.
"Good job." The lioness admitted. She looked up at her hunting partner and nearly leapt out of her pelt. When she first saw him, she had thought he was a lion with a rosette pattern, maybe a young adult because of his size. Now that she looked at him properly, she realized he wasn't some special-pelted lion without a mane. He was a leopard.
"Whoa!" The lioness took a step back without realizing it. "You're-" The leopard narrowed his eyes at her, seeming just as surprised, if more composed. His snout was stained with zebra blood. "You're a leopard." The lioness managed. She had begun to think about inviting him to the pride with how well he hunted, but she had assumed that he was a lion. Not one of her pride's worst competitors.
"You're a lion." The leopard pointed out, his tone even. He stepped back off the zebra carcass, his steps leaving bloody pawprints in the dirt. He tilted his head at her. "You're also quite pretty, for a stuck-up ground hunter." The lioness blinked, surprised at the spark of humor in the spotted cat's eyes. "I'm Bone." The leopard offered after a moment. "Share the food?" He flicked his tail at the zebra and the slowly widening pool of blood around it.
"Uh. Sure." The lioness said finally. "I- I'm Phantom." She kept her eyes on the leopard as he crouched down and tore a chunk of meat out of the zebra's neck, unbothered by the sticky blood staining his paws. She'd heard stories of leopards being selfish, snobby loners who thought they were better than everyone, but Bone seemed... polite, if not friendly. He looked at her like she was a potential ally, not an insect crawling across his paws.
Bone glanced up from the zebra. "You going to eat?" A thought seemed to strike him, and he lifted his head. "Do you have a pride, and you want to take this back to them? Is that why you're hesitating?" He didn't sound mocking, just.. concerned, maybe? Curious?
"Oh. Yes, actually, I do have a pride. I mean- we have good hunters, and if you need this kill then we can always catch more.." Phantom trailed off. Bone didn't look particularly underfed, definitely leaner than her, but well-muscled and strong. Still, lone predators often had trouble finding food in the dry seasons...
"Don't worry about me, then." Bone flicked his tail at her. "I'll take some of this, but you have more hungry mouths to feed." He tore another chunk of meat off the zebra's neck and stepped back.
"Oh, uh, thank you." Phantom hesitated, then asked, "Could you do me a favor?" Bone tilted his head again, and Phantom barreled on before she could lose her nerve. "Could you scratch me? It doesn't have to be deep or anything. I'm just- I mean, I need a cover story for why the zebra has a chunk bitten out of it, and I'll be punished if I say I ate before the cubs and elders. So, I mean, I was going to say I fought a leopard that tried to steal my kill, but scratches would make it more believable. Is all." Had she said too much?
Bone's eyes widened slightly in concern. "What if I accidentally hurt you too badly?" He seemed genuinely worried. That was... kind of adorable, she wouldn't lie. Most of her pride members would delight in scratching her without retaliation.
"I can take it. Of course, we can't expect prideless tree hunters to be able to take a few claw scars, so I understand why you're concerned." Phantom wrinkled her snout at him teasingly. Bone actually chuckled.
"All right. Brace yourself." He warned. Phantom barely had time to tense her muscles before he sprang, a blur of yellow and black almost too fast for her to follow. A second later, four lines of pain raked along her side like trails of bee stings, then another stinging pain blossomed in her shoulder. Bone appeared in front of her again, shaking one paw as if the blood on his claws was uncomfortable. After a moment, Phantom remembered how to breathe.
"Ow." She noted, turning her head to examine the four dark red lines along her ribs. Bone had aimed well. They weren't deep, but they stung like acid. "Thanks."
"Mhm. I'll be going now, then. Good hunting, Phantom." Bone took a step back.
"Wait." The lioness hesitated. Bone stopped, watching her expectantly. "Could you... I mean, could we meet again sometime?" She cringed inwardly at her own awkwardness, but to her surprise, Bone chuckled again.
"Are you asking me out?" Phantom nearly choked before she realized he was teasing. "In three moonrises, I'll be at this spot. I hope you'll be here too." Before Phantom could respond or even remember how to speak, the leopard picked up the chunk of zebra meat and leapt into the branches of a tree, leaving nothing but his bloodstained pawprints and a leaf fluttering down to land in the puddle of blood at Phantom's paws.