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florasmoney · 3 months
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Looking for a Wattpad Cover designer! 👀
| Hey! I’m Flora and I’m currently writing a Slytherin Story named “Romans”. This FanFiction follows OC - Raquelle and her journey through Hogwarts.
There are two love interests: Blaise Zabini and Mattheo Riddle.
It’s got dark themes, lots of tension!
Does anyone know anyone who created Wattpad covers for these types of fics? Much love <3
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argentiniaswritter · 1 year
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[ REPUTATION¹ ] BANNER & GIF #002.
story not available yet. argentiniaswritter graphic. do not steal or claim as yours.
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theidioticspirit · 12 days
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now loading james.comᯓ★
meet james !!
Hello there, I’m James and use he/fae! :) I am 16, genderfluid, omni, and ace. I've been on tumblr since December 2021! I have no clue what i post but i try to make it a bit goofy!! My msgs r open so if you're bored/looking for moots send me a msg :D also heres my carrd :3
DNI: basic dni, islamophobic, zionist, anti witchcraft, antishifter, fetishizes mlm/wlw ships, proshipper, below 13 or above 25, christian/catholic supremacist
BYI: use tonetags when interacting w me, dont use slurs around me even if u can reclaim them, self dx'd AuDH, not super active on non irl based socials
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Shifting !!
I have been shifting since mid-August of 2020 and I joined the shifting community (as a creator) in October 2021. I have minishifted 6 times! If you have anything negative to say about my DRs/DR selves or just my beliefs just scroll and block my acc :) Feel free to send me questions, stories, etc. its vv fun interacting with you guys! If you have any questions just ask me I’ll try to respond :D
ANTI RESPAWNERS/PERMASHIFTING DNI!!
Current Main Desired Realities:
BBC Ghosts DR
Dr Who DR
MCU DR
Monster High DR
Better CR
If you are looking for my posts on shifting search shifting :>
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Graphics !!
I've been making graphics in general for almost 3/4 (ish?) years. I mainly use photopea and ibis paint :]
I will post drafts, scrapped and posted graphics. Those can be orders, comp submissions or WIPs! Also will post tutorials on how to do certain things as well as speed edits (mainly on my yt!! :D)
I'm up for taking requests as long as they are not weird or goofy for me to do :)
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intro updated: april 13 2024
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moondust-bard · 1 year
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This is a silly reminiscence, but I miss the days of wattpad’s graphic design threads. I just now get into making book art with no one to make it for? How annoying.
I have way too many art pieces created for my own books and countless fair use images and design elements hoarded in a folder
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anesthesieport · 1 year
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entregue no wonderful designs
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illicitvaders · 2 years
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rory verona and eddie munson.
wattpad: tinta-oculta
spanish fanfiction.
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mazuprince · 1 year
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Um livro cósmico sobre gays cósmicos em um universo totalmente cósmico. E claro, está no Wattpad.
Sinopse:
"Mazu...", sussurrava uma voz misteriosa nos ouvidos de Mazu, o príncipe de uma poderosa raça de guerreiros nascida das estrelas. Os estelares eram poderosos e imbatíveis, porém esta definição não se aplicava a Mazu. As vozes que atormentavam a mente do príncipe o faziam perder a concentração. No torneio anual dos estelares, quando Mazu estava prestes a ultrapassar todos os desafios e finalmente se tornar um guerreiro digno, um imprevisto aconteceu: as vozes abalaram a mente do príncipe novamente e ele acabou usando seus poderes estelares de forma descontrolada, causando destruição e ferindo um de seus irmãos.
Assustado, Mazu fugiu do planeta onde viviam os estelares e se perdeu em uma galáxia desconhecida, onde descobriu que um culto sombrio estava o caçando por motivos desconhecidos. Alpha, mais conhecido como Space Hunter, um agente federal com rancor dos estelares, irá deixar seu orgulho de lado e irá ajudar Mazu a enfrentar o mal da galáxia. Entre um governo desigual e um culto terrorista, as vozes misteriosas serão apenas parte dos desafios que Mazu terá que enfrentar nesta jornada sobre desigualdade, amor e auto-descoberta.
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writerjuliannaf · 1 year
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🚨 CALLING ALL WRITERS 🚨
This December —after preparing and planning a bunch— I will FINALLY be releasing my online shop to the world!!!!!!
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I will be making:
• Aesthetic Moodboards
• Name Cards
• Character Posters
• Book Banners
• and Book Covers
Here is a sneak peek of my portfolio:
A few book covers I’ve designed:
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A few aesthetics I’ve created:
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I can’t WAIT to open Atheneum’s online doors and finally start accepting official orders ☺️
Hope to see you at the online “grand opening” in December ❄️ 💻
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6sixty6ix · 2 years
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darkdaries · 2 years
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Fandom: #tvdu
Follow me for more @darkdaries
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schneeflockenwinter · 10 months
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THE SON OF A MURDERER …
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argentiniaswritter · 2 years
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( crackship ) MJ & PERCY / TFGT¹ / PJO.
story not available yet. argentiniaswritter graphic. do not steal or claim as yours.
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mari-beau · 1 year
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PURSUIT: EPISODE ONE
(Warning: Coarse language, adult situations and smoking.)
You can do this, Petra Charlotte Atherton. You are an experienced thief with an impressive C.V. 
She smoothed down the front of her skirt after climbing out of the town car, mentally patting herself on the shoulder for managing the heels that were quite a bit higher than she was accustomed to. The driver who had picked her up at the airport exited the car, which along with the pair that had appeared from the sprawling mansion, had her fully surrounded.
“Hello,” she said, giving them her biggest smile. 
They did not return it.
Burglarizing museums and galleries is not remotely the same as stealing from Mexican drug cartels. You’re in over your head, love.
Shut up.
“I’m Petra Cantrell-Martin.” She clutched the leather folio tighter under her arm. “I’m the interior designer Mr. Calixto hired.”
“We know who you are, Miss Cantrell-Martin,” the shortest of the stern looking men said in thickly accented English. “If you will go this way, please.”
She nodded, glanced back at the car and driver. He was already getting her suitcase out of the trunk.
“Emilio will bring your things,” her escort said, gesturing towards the main entrance to the house. 
“Oh… er… Thank you,” she said. Allowing her nervousness to show just a little wouldn’t be out of character. This was a high paying gig, enough to make even someone with her persona’s fake portfolio and recommendations, impressive website and credentials, nervous. But the alias was solid. So Petra needed to just mitigate her anxiety like a professional businesswoman would and put on her best face.
She followed the man who she actually had a whole inch of height on with her newly acquired Jimmy Choos through the main entrance into a large courtyard space. He turned immediately to the right and led her through a door into what appeared to be the guardhouse. There were rows of computer monitors set up with CCTV feeds, a bored looking guy leaning back in an office chair, watching a smaller screen with a football match on. She battled the smile that threatened over the cliche.
“Hey, boss. The designer woman is here,” her escort called out in Spanish. 
Petra wasn’t fluent in the language, but she was proficient. However, she needed every advantage she could get, so Ms.Cantrell-Martin was clueless beyond a handful of phrases. She gave the short man a questioning look. 
“Sorry, miss. You must be cleared by a security check,” he explained as a man appeared from behind the only closed door in the office. 
He was taller than her escort, and herself, by about half a foot, which really only put him at an average sort of height. Except he was so lean in the tailored suit that he looked exceptionally lanky. His hair was dark and his eyes a beautiful rich brown with thick, long lashes she instantly coveted. The stubble on his face was precisely in between a five o’clock shadow and a short beard, and softened the hard lines of his angular features. 
“Do you want me to search her?” her escort asked in Spanish. 
“No,” said the other man, presumably the boss of the security blokes. “I’ll do it. But her things will need to be searched, as well.”
“Yes, boss.” With a nod of his head, her escort turned around and headed back out of the guardhouse or whatever it was.
“Come into my office, please, Miss Cantrell-Martin,” the security boss said in English, stepping aside and gesturing in invitation. She gave him a glance as she forced herself to walk calmly past, catching those dark eyes of his and quickly looking away. They were a little too intelligent, a little too perceptive, for her comfort. 
“I’m sorry,” she said, once he had closed the door behind them and turned back to her, that evaluating gaze scrutinizing her, lingering on her face. “But I didn’t catch your name.”
“Gabriel,” he said, looking at her hand when she extended it for a moment before shaking it. 
“Nice to meet you, Gabriel.” She forced herself to maintain eye contact as if she were the professional businesswoman she was pretending to be. And ignored the pleasant warmth of his hand, the tingle of his palm pressed against hers. Be professional. Handshake. Repeat the person’s name. Make sure they know yours. And what you do. “I’m Petra. I’m the interior designer that Mr. Calixto hired.”
“Yes, I know.” Clearly, this Gabriel did not understand professional etiquette as he continued to hold her hand in his grasp and to blatantly study her, his dark eyes dropping to her mouth, lower, and then traveling back up to her eyes. 
“And what is it that you do for Mr. Calixto, if I may ask?” She tried not to shy away from his unsettling gaze.
A wry half-chuckle escaped him and he released her. Well, released her hand. He continued to hold her captive with his eyes, looking at her as if he could dissect her with just his gaze and see what she was made of.
“He’s a rich man,” Gabriel said. “And rich men often need extra… assistance.”
Petra raised her eyebrows in question, unsurprised but impressed with his allusions that didn’t blatantly state the situation, but more or less did so.
“You’re his assistant?” she asked.
“I suppose that’s one way to put it.” Gabriel’s mouth turned up in a wry smile as she gave him an arch look. He relented.  “More accurately, I’m his head of security.”
Petra nodded. The man’s English was good, if thickly accented. Good enough that his subtle, and seemingly ironic sense of humor got through. 
“Do you mind if I smoke?” he asked, pulling a pack of cigarettes and lighter from his trouser pocket. Well, that explained one of the layers of his scent that had teased her when she’d passed him to enter the office, an odor that lingered in the space. 
“Go ahead,” she said, grateful for the reprieve as his attention was focused elsewhere momentarily. Well, until after he’d lit it and took a drag when he resumed watching her once more with an odd intensity as he leaned against the edge of the desk. 
“My background checks should have been clear,” Petra continued with her professional businesswoman act. How much could he see through her was the question, and she was a little terrified that the answer was more than anyone else ever had been able to. “And I provided several references from clients who required the utmost discretion.”
The cigarette no longer bought her a reprieve as he continued to stare directly at her while he took another drag.
“You would not be here if we couldn’t confirm your credentials,” he said. 
Oh, she was well aware of that. It had cost her a lot of time and money to set up the background for Petra Cantrell-Martin, interior decorator to the rich and famous, but one that didn’t hawk wares on social media or have a gimmicky tv series. She was discreet. Trustworthy as well as stylish. That was her brand. Well, her fake brand.
“Everyone who visits Tecpan is required to be searched, however,” he said, leaning over the desk slightly to stub his cigarette out in an ashtray, revealing the lean lines of his body beneath the white button-down. And inadvertently flashing the gun holstered on his hip. 
She startled when he straightened and caught her staring. She looked away, relieved it was the appropriate reaction and wouldn’t make her appear guilty of something. The blush heating her cheeks was entirely authentic. There was something oddly captivating about the man. More than just the intensity of his beautiful eyes, his strangely appealing physicality, or his-
“Take off your clothes,” he said.
“I beg your pardon?!”
FINISH READING ON WATTPAD (FOR FREE!)
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theidioticspirit · 2 years
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Old order from my shop, love this sm!
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anesthesieport · 1 year
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entregue no wonderful designs
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illicitvaders · 2 years
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rory verona's year book, 1986.
stranger things fanfiction.
eddie munson x female oc.
wattpad: tinta-oculta (spanish)
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