Can I Request Marcus Volker?

Also if someone else has a kid they want done that doesn’t have art they can skip me in the queue.

Could I request a Michael Crowe?

I'm interested. My work schedule is kinda weird but I can probably work around it. So I work twelves (really 15 hour shifts) and work days is usually work than sleep so I stay productive, but off days I've got nothing to do. I work two on, two off, then three on, then two off, then it flips, so basi...

I got two more because fahkeet let’s try something different. Kid one: Francis Ray Mason, another of Toxie’s trademark punk twinks, or pwinks. Idea came from a conversation earlier in chat, but Francis is your average teenage rabble rouser who loves doing stupid shit for the sole purpose of being a ...

“It’s not your fault Jon. I did this. We’re here because of me. I fucked up.” Their collars beeped again. “I fucked up and it cost me everything.” Another beep. Emmett forced himself off the tree, and stumbled forward to Jonathan. His legs were shaky, numb. Regardless of the collars he didn’t have m...

Through labored breaths he could only look at Jon and his reaction to what he did. This was... fair. Emmett caused Jonathan to do this, and now he was going to die to him. He could handle that. It was far too late to apologize, Emmett knew he deserved it. But... what happens after him? What about Wi...

Emmett missed his swing. Jonathan... Didn’t. Emmett felt the chainsaw tear into his back and through his ribs as blood jettisoned out of his mouth. He dropped his rifle and stumbled forward into the tree, gagging and gasping for air. This fight was as good as over, and once again, Emmett failed to d...

Emmett just stared at Jon while he spoke. Emmett gave him a choice and this is what Jon chose to do. He didn’t want to be here, he didn’t want to do this, he wanted Jon to have another chance, but that wasn’t gonna happen, not now. The taste of iron filled his mouth as his jaw throbbed. Any movement...

Emmett stumbled backwards, tripping over his feet and landing on his ass. He coughed and held his chest, gasping for air as he rolled over and spit a tooth onto the ground. He remembered the hallucination yesterday, and how real it felt. It couldn’t prepare him for this, he wasn’t a fighter. He was ...

The rev of that damned chainsaw coming to live made Emmett nearly shit himself as he turned around, using the rifle to brace for impact, sparks flying as he narrowly avoided getting decapitated right then and there. Emmett became pinned to the tree behind him as the distance between him and the saw ...

Missed again, shit! Good thing he’s never been able to shoot himself with the damn thing, otherwise Emmett would probably fuck that up too. It wasn’t a complete farce though, bits of blood littered the ground where Jon was. It may have only been a glancing hit, but it’s still a hit. Emmett started t...

Emmett spun a 180.

The crack of the volleygun firing reverberated across the forest.

"Two..." Emmett was going to have to do it. Fuck it. Remember this was your fault, Emmett, you did this. "Thre- FUCK!" Jonathan ran off. He looked at Willow and Katrina, and lowered his gun. "I..." He had to look away. He wanted to tell them it was his fault. He wanted ...

"Leave... Leave, now!" Emmett could tell this wasn't going to end the way he hoped. With the way he was talking, it was reminding him a lot of Adonis. Emmett was in this exact situation before, and it got Cecil killed. Emil. Sapphire. If he failed now, three more lives were at stake, not i...

Oh God, Aw fuck, she’s pregnant too? What the fuck, Jon? What the fuck did you get yourself into? There was some sense of relief when he turned to face Emmett, and Emmett saw the realization on his face. Jonathan was shocked with the news as much as Emmett was. There was still hope that maybe he cou...