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i'm a published author and psychology/creative writing student who has a very cool secret identity on tumblr.com to be silly and write little fanfics :)
i'm currently obsessed with: resident evil. but i'm also a huge baldur’s gate 3 fan, AOT fan, gravity falls fan, adventure time fan, studio ghibli fan, deltarune fan, toontown fan ?? the list goes on
i have an ao3 account for fanfiction and a ko-fi for writing tips, editing services and BTS content!
“Hold this,” he handed her the stick, wringing out the shirt. She could see the veins in his forearms as he gripped it, flexing while he twisted. Get a hold of yourself. Once it was merely damp, he shook it out the best he could before slipping it over his head. He gestured for her to return the stick.
“Jackson would be pissed if he saw you in his shirt,” her tongue betrayed her before she had time to think.
“Yeah, why’s that?” Leon raised his brows, but he didn’t make eye contact with her, instead placing the cooked meat on the large leaf from earlier, taking one of her scalpels and slicing. Her heart was pounding. How would she even come up with an excuse for that? Or was she about to tell this stranger about her marriage problems?
“He’s just got a weird thing about his clothes,” she said, unconvincing even to herself. He just chuckled.
This is an excerpt from my AO3 fic called "The Tower" which is a desert island and bodyguard romance trope LOL!
Desc:
In need of a bodyguard, Juliet Lane scouts Leon S. Kennedy while he's working for her friend, Emily. She needs a big, strong man to travel with her as she tours the globe advertising her PR firm that she owns with her husband, Jackson Lane -- much to his dismay.
However, on their very first flight, the pair finds themselves crashed ashore a deserted island. A mountain looms in the distance, the thick forest and unnatural buzzing from inside taunting them. From a world of golf, galas, and rich living, Juliet has to rely on Leon to survive. As they get further and further from their regular lives, they begin to abandon what that they thought they knew.
Chapter 1 of my new fanfic about Leon and a female OC trapped on a desert island is out! It's a bodyguard romance blended with a desert island trope.
Desc:
In need of a bodyguard, Juliet Lane scouts Leon S. Kennedy while he's working for her friend, Emily. She needs a big, strong man to travel with her as she tours the globe advertising her PR firm that she owns with her husband, Jackson Lane -- much to his dismay.
However, on their very first flight, the pair finds themselves crashed ashore a deserted island. A mountain looms in the distance, the thick forest and unnatural buzzing from inside taunting them. From a world of golf, galas, and rich living, Juliet has to rely on Leon to survive. What will become of Juliet's life she had created? And how long will she and Leon keep things professional?
You wracked your brain for the memories, for the proof that you weren’t insane for thinking that you were close. Mikasa clasped your hand, jumping as you weaseled into the crowd. The girls you befriended earlier were gone. No, it’s not like you were imagining things. That night, there’s no mistaking that night.
The bass roiled.
Mikasa had been moaning your name, grinning as you trailed kisses down her body. She stopped you, and for a second you had been worried that you were going too far, but instead she said,
“It’s my turn to get on top of you.”
You still remember the heat. Her lips on your ear, your neck, teeth grazing your nipples.
“I’ve never done this before,” she breathed, face between your thighs.
“It’s okay, I can guide you,” you reassured her. It’s not like you were super experienced either. Your nerves were eating you alive, but your excitement took over. Is this going to be awkward tomorrow? You had thought. I’m hooking up with my roommate.
But you told yourself it would be fine – nothing would change – as Mikasa’s tongue pressed against you. It wasn’t long before you demanded swapping. Her first experience with a woman and she was doing all the work? How was that fair?
She squirmed underneath your mouth.
“You want me to finger you?” You mumbled against her skin, and she let out a desperate “yes.”
She grabbed fistfuls of your hair as your fingers slipped inside.
The crowd swirled around you, vision blurry at the edges. Mikasa placed your hands on her hips – a rap song had come on next. Her body was fluid, following the beat. Her bare skin was hot to the touch.
You could tell she was getting close, and you used your free hand to grip her breast, rolling her nipple between your fingertips. She cried out, looking down at you, jaw slack.
“I’m so close! I-” She cut herself off with moans. You almost felt bad for the people living on the opposite wall. It wasn’t long before she was coming undone in front of you, and the satisfaction that coursed through your veins was better than any drug.
The song’s bridge was smooth and dreamy, and the way Mikasa was looking into your eyes was dangerous. Sparkling; you still remembered the way her eyes went wide that night. Does she ever think about it? The doubt was carving out your insides.
“I’m not done with you,” she had said, pushing you onto the bed and replicating much of what you did – she was a fast learner. Her skill at going down on you was sloppy, but you grinded against her tongue. She reached for your breasts the same way you had done for her.
“You’re copying me,” you laughed softly.
“Sorry for being inspired by you,” she pulled away to bite your inner thigh.
A repetitive, loud remix came on next. Your senses were flooded. Mikasa’s eyes had fallen shut, bobbing her head to the beat. You couldn’t tell if your hands were getting clammy on her skin.
You had liked her so much, had thought all of the tension was in your head, and now this? Was it real? She wasn’t practiced, but she was insistent. It was obvious she wasn’t going to stop until you could finish. The rush came, and your thighs clamped down on her head. She pushed your thighs apart, keeping steady access.
The stimulation sent you over the edge, gripping the sheets as you felt orgasm roll through you. You cried out for her; she kept licking until you told her to stop.
“Who’s Annie?” You blurted out over the rushing sounds. There was a couple making out next to you, a group of friends taking selfie videos, people laughing and yelling.
“What?” She frowned.
“Annie?” You said louder, “Who is Annie?”
“Just a girl I used to hang out with,” She reached arms around your neck, leaning her mouth to your ear.
“I’ve never heard about her,” you felt weak. You could smell the vodka on her breath. The tune pitched until it warped into a new beat. Thumping bass.
“Why do you care?” There was a lilt to her voice now, you wanted to give in to it. Instead, you pulled from her.
“Because you never tell me anything!” The silver chain around her throat glinted in the colorful lights.
“And I owe you explanations for everything I do?” She matched your volume, attracting a few stares. You scoffed, scrunching your lip and storming off.
From my fic on AO3, Pleasure and Envy.
Desc:
It wasn't obvious to you at first, but as your friendship with Mikasa Ackerman has deepened, you couldn't help but fall in love with her. That is until her childhood friend, Eren, enrolls at your university. Everything shifted: your friendship, Mikasa's priorities, and your feelings. After a falling out, you decide in a fit of jealousy to get back at Mikasa, the easiest way you know how - eliminate the guy that's been taking so much of her time, and take him for yourself.
Modern University AU, love triangle problems, bi/pan reader who wants Mikasa and Eren bad.
Hi everyone, just wanted to give updates for my current works on ao3.
Most important thing to say is that I'm in the process of turning Libertine in a publishable novel for my Capstone project, so it will have to be deleted in the coming months. I'm so sorry! If anyone ever wants to know how the story ends, please don't hesitate to reach out! But I'm going to sending it to publishers in 2026 (hopefully).
Pillbugs & Pleasure and Envy are definitely my priority right now with writing, though they're taking a back seat this year as I work on Libertine. I'm floored by all the positive reception I've received about these two stories - thank you all so much. I have the most fun writing those two.
As for A Vampire in New England, I'm not sure how often updates will be. I don't think that work has many readers? That story is much more of a self-insert guilty pleasure than a regular work, though I still am very proud of it! I do have a full plan for that story (like a full plot outlined), but it's on the back burner. If you want updates, please let me know! Comments/DMs are super motivating - thank you to all of you who engage with my writing.
HIIII GUYS!!! i've been motivated to come out of accidental hiatus aka busy life to write thousands of words about this sexy fictional wolf.
chapter 1 of Pillbugs is up on ao3!
Pillbugs Desc:
The dreams that Legoshi had of a wonderful life with Haru have been destroyed in the wake of their relationship ending. In a fit of desperation and trying to get his shit together, a 20 year old Legoshi moves to Jinshu City, a place renowned for its treatment of herbivores. He's lost… well, most of who he was, after losing Haru. Perhaps taking care of insects and meeting a certain Oriental Shorthair woman can help him feel less aimless.
this story is written from the POVs of legoshi and sawano, my OC, in first person present tense :) it's canon divergent but also kind of set post canon? like basically, somewhere along the way in s3, things went to shit and after a year or so of trying to make it work, haru and legoshi end their relationship. and then poor sawano gets wrapped up in the aftermath. i think this story will be a lot of fun! legoshi takes care of insects and shit. jinshu city is my own creation and imo the issues in jinshu city are pretty freaking cool and unique. let me know if you give it a try!!! TY for reading!!! <3
guys... beastars have taken me body and soul. i have only seen the anime so i don't know the ending FYI!! but my god i would die for legoshi, haru, louis and juno I CANT DO THIS!!!
What could Mikasa possibly see in him? The friend you had grown to love was strong, tactical, and self-sufficient. Around Eren she became… a follower. Some kind of protector for a guy who didn’t even know how to handle his alcohol.
“Remember last year when we would go out and actually spend time with Mikasa?” You sneered, crossing your arms as you watched her and Eren from across the room. Last year, before she had announced to everyone that her childhood friend would be transferring to Paradis University. You had heard his name many times, but could have never anticipated how much she changed.
“She has a crush, it’s totally normal!” Sasha blew you off, lightly smacking your arm. “Actually, more like she’s in love with the guy and has been forever.”
You felt frustrated at Sasha pushing back on what you said, even though you knew she wouldn’t have agreed. Sasha was supportive and bubbly, ready to take shots or listen to all of her friends’ mistakes without judgment. She only cared about the party favors in life. In your head, you flipped through different logical arguments you could make for why Eren was overrated and a waste of Mikasa’s time, but none of them came off too convincing.
He’s not good enough for her, a pretty typical thing to say about one of your friends, but only if you were able to keep your cool.
She has completely changed since he came here, well, maybe, but Sasha would dismiss it anyway. Or maybe she had changed, but only in regard to how much time she was spending with you. That was the other key issue - the more you had to watch Mikasa dote on Eren, helping him with history homework that you knew she didn’t give a fuck about, driving him to work, and the worst, being his spotting buddy at the gym - the more bitter you started to act. She had been avoiding you.
from my new fic, Pleasure and Envy on ao3!
Desc: It wasn't obvious to you at first, but as your friendship with Mikasa Ackerman has deepened, you couldn't help but fall in love with her. That is until her childhood friend, Eren, enrolls at your university. Everything shifted: your friendship, Mikasa's priorities, and your feelings. After a falling out, you decide in a fit of jealousy to get back at Mikasa, the easiest way you know how - eliminate the guy that's been taking so much of her time, and take him for yourself.
Imogen’s chest rose and fell rapidly, “The stew is getting cold.”
“It is,” this silence was awkward, uncomfortably so.
“I have no appetite,” She grumbled. She swirled the liquid aimlessly with her spoon.
“Furlan - an old friend of mine,” He pressed his eyes shut, “he would eat with me, if I was struggling.”
Imogen wanted to ask what had made him open up to her so suddenly, but she hadn’t the energy for it. She only nodded, raising her spoon, and he mirrored her. He raised it to his lips, and she followed, the two of them making eye contact as they scooped the contents into their mouths.
It was thin, with strings of bland cabbage and soft potatoes squishing between her teeth. The food above ground was far better, even when they had been depending on only rations. The familiarity of the meal was like a soft hand rubbing her back, coaxing her with comfort as it was all she had once known. It was too soon, though, to take comfort in her past. Too raw.
She nearly rejected the stew, but she forced herself to swallow. The Captain did the same. After a moment, Levi took another spoonful, waiting for her. She begrudgingly gathered another bite, one with a large potato chunk, and they ate it together again.
“I disliked you, when we first met,” Levi divulged. “I thought you were vain. And disingenuous.”
Imogen smiled softly, “I thought you hardly lived up to your reputation.”
“You insulted me,” there was a ghost of humor in his voice, “you said that you had never heard of a woman taking pleasure in me. Quite vulgar.”
A thrill coursed through her. What was the nature of this exchange? Captain Levi was completely unpredictable, with his curtness and random acts of kindness.
“Thank you for bringing me a meal,” Imogen backed down from the rising tension in the room. “I wouldn’t have eaten if you hadn’t.”
“It’s my duty to not have you starve,” He said dismissively, shying away as well.
an excerpt from my ao3 fic Libertine! after a loooong break, i'm here again :)
desc: The Winking Mares housed some of the best girls that the Underground had to offer. Whether you wanted them screaming, bowing or listening - it's a guarantee that their services would satisfy. Business is down, though, after beautiful women begin turning into man eating Titans.
a canon divergent fic between a female prostitute (OC) from the Underground and Levi Ackerman. third person, long-form slowburn enemies to lovers! also a murder mystery that's super plot heavy and has tons of twists and turns, no biggie
for anyone curious and popping by from ao3 or whatever, i thought i'd give some insight into my life recently and the status of Libertine!
for starters: LIBERTINE IS NOT ON A HIATUS! I AM VERY MUCH STILL WRITING :)
but, with being a full time student, navigating health struggles, moving and settling into an apartment, and adopting a cat !!!!, it's safe to say i've kept myself quite busy this year!
not only have i been writing the newest chapter, but i am also doing some light editing of the previous chapters to clear up any plot holes and add flair. rest assured, though, that i have so much passion for this project and i refuse to leave it behind!
thank you so much for all the positive reception and attention on this story. even when i don't post for months, i still see every comment, kudos, and bookmark. it really means the world <3
Blue, slanted eyes met her own when she fixed her gaze. Brows set low over sharp eyes, thin mouth agape with shock, his black hair tickling her cheeks.
She would die alone with the secret of how it felt to be underneath the Captain, to have his attention fixed on her. Despite all rational instincts, she was called to press a finger to his mouth, to crane her neck and allow him access. Imogen could imagine the light kisses pressed down to her collarbone, and suddenly the feeling of Elias’s hands, the color of his eyes, the range of color in his hair, mattered less to her. She would much rather fantasize about the intensity of Captain Levi, holding onto her with those trained hands, wondering what grunts she could get out of him with the right pressure in the right places.
With just a tug of his collar, she would be able to taste the black tea on his tongue. Bitter, yet soft, like the man himself. His eyes bore into her own, anticipation thick between them. The spot between her legs ached, and it occurred to her how long it had been since her body felt alight - her nerves at bay but electricity pulsing through her heart all the way to her fingertips.
A new urge ravaged her, to forsake the pet name of a girl to become a filthy, deranged, uninhibited woman.
a teaser from the newest chapter of my fanfic Libertine on AO3!
desc: The Winking Mares housed some of the best girls that the Underground had to offer. Whether you wanted them screaming, bowing or listening - it's a guarantee that their services would satisfy. Business is down, though, after beautiful women begin turning into man eating Titans.
a canon divergent fic between a female prostitute (OC) from the Underground and Levi Ackerman. third person, long-form slowburn enemies to lovers! also a murder mystery that's super plot heavy and has tons of twists and turns, no biggie
I have the opposite of this. If I'm getting paid there are other people i need to please, other tastes i need to take into consideration. Will this turn a profit? Who'll but it? What are the implications if it flops. With fanfic I'm free to write whatever the hell I want, research the fuck out of things that interest me and ignore the rest, write some really weird shit, and the worst that happens is nobody reads it. I'm not beholden to anyone. Not getting paid for fanfic is great!
ok actually this is a great mindset. it’s true that i don’t EVER want to monetize my hobbies. honestly, its when a fic is doing well that im like wait would people have read this if it wasn’t fic?? it’s just hard when im both a writer professionally and spend a lot of time writing fic
