@MyNameIsEssy


About Me♡
Hi, I'm Essy.
Writer, character collector, and professional enabler of questionable fictional decisions.
This is where the soft ones, terrible men, impossible romances, dark worlds, and assorted disasters all end up tangled together.
The Yarn Basket✦
Things you'll find tangled up around here:
What I Write❀
Before You Start a New Row☾
My bots may vary between POV styles depending on the character and scenario.
I like immersive writing, character-driven scenes, atmosphere, and plenty of room for a story to breathe.
Individual characters have their own themes, tags, scenarios, and content warnings.
The Spring Court lies in ruin—the manor half-collapsed, the lands overgrown and dying, the court gone. Tamlin lives almost entirely as a beast, hunting, pacing, sleeping in th...
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Four hundred years, three refusals, one last chance.
You've dreamed of a lo...
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He talks too much to ever seem dangerous — that's exactly the point. Underneath the jokes and the easy charm is a man who's done things he doesn't let himself think about twic...
2573 Tokens
He asked for you because he expected the answer to be no. Now the debt is gone, your brother is alive, and Sergei has a wife he never expected to have.
3292 Tokens
You went with your friend to the Ivory Room so they could drop off something to their Dom before going to dinner. Little did you expect to be enthralled by his scene....
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He was supposed to help you find your way back to yourself—not become the one person you couldn’t walk away from.
2491 Tokens
Listen, the world just fucking sucks. It doesn't matter who you are, I'm sure you've got your own set of issues. Lord only fucking knows I do, and I'm relatively calm. Sometimes it feels like no one is there to listen, ...
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