I am, primarily, a storyteller smitten with the fanciful notions we gleam in our reflections and all who might capture our attention.
Forget what dragons, elves, and vampires typically represent. I'm more concerned with what goes into the many veritable ways one might go about in becoming more than we allow ourselves to be. If my words strike your fancy...
My goal with this site is to craft a fitting home for my writing. I aspire for everything I write to forever be free in some form, which means creating a number of charming little homes for the stories I wish to share. That said, everything I write is intended to be mature. I'm not here to glorify violence or traumatic content, but I am willing to put my characters through heavy ordeals where a major intention is the catharsis of pushing past just merely surviving and fighting for a life worth living.
Expect my writing to be character focused. If I've set things up properly, Trans and Lesbian are two of the core tags you'll find in all my work. You'll also find found families, polyamorous relationships, and supportive communities necessary to do more than just survive. I want to spin tales where characters fight to live as their truest and honest selves. Just... sometimes getting there will be messy.
Ah, I'm afraid you've arrived too early. This is the part where I'd link you to a page containing the first chapter of Invocation for Shattered Dreams, which at the time of writing, is about 2,094 words long. (Barring edits.)
A runaway heir flees the immense shadow cast by a tyrannical dragon baroness whose borders are constantly expanding. Everything any member of a Crown Authority can lay claim to is subject to forfeiture to address the immediate needs of a Crown Dragon's territory. There's no building a life like that can be called one's own under these conditions. Not unless an equally powerful faction has anything to say about it. Not a rival dragon. That would be unecessarily messy. A Faerie Court though... just might be the ticket to changing one's stars.
Life as a Ward of the Court comes with its own challenges. Our little runnway will find herself apprenticed to a Deviless of a Court Warden charged with working in tandem with other Wardens to oversee that old promises and older magics are overseen responsibly. All while other apprenticed Wards of the Court join our runaway heiress in a shared journey of self discovery and redefining themselves past the point where old names and burdens lose all semblence of meaning.
If that's not enough, I'll merely have to direct you to Scribblehub links of my past work. (Or if you read scroll down far enough, the work of others that left a lasting impression on me.) First up is a 6,000 word halloween story about a trans girl struggling to do right by herself and those she cares about, blind to her vampire mistress whose reflection does not show up in the mirror while she beats herself up. To Burn Bright in her Cold Embrace is a sweet little dynamic of struggling to accept ourselves and resist denying ourselves what we want that cuts to the heart of a lot of what I write.
If you're particularly hungry to read what I have to offer: Depths of Promises Sworn is 196,000 words of a nonbinary transfem vampire prince struggling to do right by their blood dolls while the weight of an arranged marriage to two elven seer sisters and the addition of vassals, each with their own agendas, all come together in an unholy alliance where everyone involved must grapple with the ends and means of their lives already being decided by an old and wretched trio of a evil imperialist lesbians.
It's got emotional stone magic that demands you reckon with the past memories of those contained within implements that are used to drive the plot in fun and evocative ways. And so many lesbians. Depths has: An angsty succubus bodyguard with a past mirroring her prince. A tricksy vulpine advisor. Two endearing blood dolls who are way too comfortable with the violence of vampires. Oh, and two cute moon elf women on the cover designed by a transmac I commissioned art from. (It was really fun just embracing his designs and characterizing them to match.) Along with another transfem elven bodyguard partner struggling to find a space within the entire polycule.
That said, I often find myself craving a platform in which I can point readers and soon to be readers in the direction of other stories. For when what I write is not enough, a dragon's hoard can be counted on to contain treasures worth sharing~!