Fray ~ Dragon of Hearts

@dragontragedian.bsky.social

A writer here to tempt all who hold being a girl in their hearts into accepting the love and kindness of monsters. Come for a bite, leave knowing you will always belong. 30s | Dragon | Hoards: stories, genders, miniatures. https://irenefray.neocities.org/

Part of the whole princess thing and the dragon thing is I'm trying to train myself into being selfish. I'm actually really bad at taking care of myself/advocating for my own needs even as I tend to be good at taking care of others or helping them take care of themselves. Eldest daughter syndrome

After talking to a young writer last night, I want to remind you all that it's okay to write without an assignment or goal. Write to explore a new technique, get an idea out of your head, or as emotional exhalation. Write for the raw joy of it. For you alone. It doesn't need to go into a portfolio

Found myself writing a scene for Depths in Promises Sworn that's often referred to but never really shown. Just a single page and I think I've sold the relationship of Ayre and Fia better than I ever have. Could probably work as a really raw opening if I want to work this in. Just wanted to share.

All it takes is a glance in the eyes of anyone deluded into believing a length of sharp metal will keep them safe from what that lurks in the dark to know that I am a monster.

I see it in the eyes of my wretched sibling as I strain every attempt by his monstrous form to cling to the dying heart clenched in my hand. Pinned to the ground with broken bones and shattered fangs, his only hope is to survive long enough for the blood he has fed upon to mend his wounds.

The mere scent of the crimson essence of all that he is enough to believe his hunger and fury is no different than my own. I wrench and twist, clearing two strides before thick red strands of our brood mother’s covetous blood yield the heart of my sibling's corpse.

In so doing, I find myself facing the frightened form of a doll curled up in the corner.

"Oh, sweet little Fia. I got here as soon as I could." My words, rich with a barely suppressed desire to feed, feel so inadequate.

Behind the ragged tangle bloodstained locks, Fia's eyes snap open.

I am transfixed as the fear in her eyes is replaced with something I’m not used to seeing.

Little fists un-clench as she wipes away tears. Her shoulders sag. She even makes an attempt to smooth out a dress that is stained and tattered beyond salvaging. 

The idea that she still needs to make herself presentable is ridiculous enough that she manages to find humor enough to smile. 

“I’m okay.”

Just two words and I can make peace with my appetite for the life blood of others elevating me to royalty among my brood.

When she looks at me, I’m forced to grapple with a sense of relief that I’ve forgotten how to feel. As I will myself to hold her gaze, I am reminded that she is the only one I know who wants to live in my mother’s castle despite the danger.
	
It’s almost enough to make me question if I can be anything more than what I am. She never would’ve been in danger if I didn’t allow myself to grow distant. The thoughts bring me to a seated position on the flo…

the cops are a social construct. "being arrested" is a social construct. allowing armed terrorists to abduct you and take you to a second location is a social contract, unnatural and not made in good faith, that you have no obligation as a free human being to satisfy or tolerate

I dreamt that I could pick up little steadily released cartridge monster collector games that were like a really weirdly distributed first gacha pokemon game that I'd play w/ my friend in between picking up art house smut indie films in a nearby bin to the hundreds of GBA cartridges.

I should lift Kinara into a story and give her a prominent role. Ya spend a single afternoon writing sweet flirtations to someone as a bunny girl and suddenly that bunny never leaves you. Just waiting in the wings for a story of her own. Both Jill and Delphi's stories are suffering tho...

After having a night to look over what I've written long after I've thought further about what I want the fleet family smut story to be about... Delphi's ship and crew is safety. Whenever she leaves them, even if it is to be with the captain of another ship she's got feelings for, she's not safe.

there's plenty of restaurants in this town, but the owner of the sandwich shop downtown hates me, says he's gonna kill me, and has a sign up on the wall saying that 5 cents out of every sandwich order will go towards buying bullets to shoot me with.

Sure. I have a high risk #WIPSnip spoiler in mind. Lemme just strip out all the context. . . . "Captain. You need to see this." I find everyone gathered around a door. No. A faded name plate: Capt. Tessa Nadir Mom. What were you doing all the way out here?

DD Ward ..."Sapphic Dr. DOOM"@ddwardiswriting.bsky.social · last wk.

High risk #WIPSnip game! Post a total spoiler with no context! Do you dare? I'll start... 😈 . . . “No. You don’t understand. I’m not coming with you.” Nadia said.

I've read this book at least a dozen times. Decided to stop charging it rent to live in my head at some point. Go. Read and enjoy it even in its current state~! That said, I've done entire live reaction threads for books 2 and 3. I'd happily do so for AQU to celebrate the release of an edit pass~!

Kay F. Atkinson - Perfect Killer Bodies out Nov. 10@tinylesbianrobot.itch.io · last wk.

Hey, yall remember this one? If not, it was my first book. In August I'll be starting work on a fresh edit pass to bring it up to my current standards of quality, and releasing it for free as updated files! If you love weird lesbian space horror like Signalis, this one's for you, stay tuned <3

I've kinda started referring to what I'm writing as smut sandwhiches. You just get so much more of their lives too. At this point I'm splitting the difference between incredibly detailed character arcs, trauma, and just seeing the fleet polycule do fleet things... aaaaand all the kinky smut.

There comes a time in every Starsector Captain's career when the question stops being about... can my fleet beat their fleet? And the question becomes... Is there something I can do destroy all 4 of these fleets faster? I am... becomming an intergalactic problem.

In our feels over Lamentations of the Dead Dreamer. We're... 101 chapters in now? Book 3 territory. More reunions and some of the most bitter apologies choked out to someone that can't be trusted. Reclaiming family. Have to take a break. Couldn't see the words anymore through the tears.

Okay, I'm at 4,000 words. Time to actually load up Delphinium's save and give myself time to play in the sandbox as her. She's through her independent hauler days and finally starting to engage w/ the Hedgemony as a commissioned officer. Really I just want her to have a toxic falling out.

Screenshot of my starsector save for a captain named Madam Adjudicator Delphine Nadir.