I've been writing creative fiction for about as long as I was a conscious person. I am fairly certain my divine inner light came online in the middle of a Pokemon roleplay. But despite writing proooobably ~2 million cumulative words over the last 15 years, I am still fucking terrified of publishing anything. I want to tentatively stick my toes in the water here. Post some high effort smut, do some unequally laborious art trades, take a few token commissions, give the world more orgasms than I took from it. Posting this journal will hopefully shame me into following through on my plans.

I'm going to upload two particular stories in the near future after I've finished polishing them up. 80k cumulative published words in my gallery should be a sufficient portfolio to start out. I'll open for commissions after then.

The Fourth Vessel - 40k words, set in the Southwinds milieu which my sona Lanaya inhabits. Slow burn character-driven pulp drama exploring the intersection of sex work, state mythology, national identity, privately owned law enforcement, and tactfully negotiating your debilitating breeding kink. Designed to be a decent introduction to the world of Southwinds. Moderately fappable.

The Professional Type - 20k words, also set in Southwinds with Lanaya. Anti-romantic love triangle fuckery written with the intention of working through multiple different IRL feelings. This story is best enjoyed while bisexual. Highly fappable.