Voracity

Chapter 6: Checkpoint Get

Here's how the boss fight goes: I fling a bolt, the banshee ignores the bolt, and then everything gets very painful very quickly. It shreds my face and tears down my front, slicing through skin and fat and muscle with callous imprecision.

The space beyond the monster is unreadable chaos. Whatever the other warlocks are doing, I don't have ...

5.13 The Masks We Wear

Bliss. That’s the only word that could possibly describe how I feel after my first time with Sophia Lane, my dearly beloved. And second, and third, and almost a fourth.

True to her word, her appetite is insatiable. She takes the lead and I follow eagerly, trusting that her truly shocking amount of experience will make things perfect for ...

5.12 The Masks We Wear

I won! I did it! I got the thing I wanted! Fuck you, Hastur! Everyone who’s ever called me a lonely freak can piss off! Sophia likes me back!! She said she loves me!! Story over!!! Put the book down and go kiss a girl!!!!

…

Okay, maybe it’s more complicated than that. It’s possible that, instead of pure elation, what I feel i...

Call for Questions: Feb 2026 Q&A

Patrons! Hello! I'm experimenting with doing a monthly Q&A, which may end up becoming like, quarterly or whatever, who knows.

Got questions about TMGM or FWD? Ask them here! Behind the scenes process questions, character backstory questions, whatever pops into your head. I don't promise to answer everything, but I'll try to pick a good...

State of the Serial January 2026

Break Weeks:
- Flirting with Death is on break this week. No update Friday, back to regular updates next Friday.
- This Magical Girl is Mine will go on break the week of January 18th.

Well! How is everyone doing? Some big developments in TMGM this week that I hear readers are very excited about. I k...

5.11 The Masks We Wear

For the second time in my life, I die. Them’s the breaks, I guess, when you taunt an almost-god to her face.

Death has a funny way of flattening things. Fear, anger, love, hate, it all gets smushed down into a deep, dark, pit of… nothing. I’m dead, so what does it matter?

But there’s something wrong with my death. The last ti...

Interlude: Mask of Iron

Two Weeks Ago

Ferromancer was working on a gun that shoots you in the friends. More accurately, she was trying to harness principles of magical sympathy to create a weapon that could kill someone by shooting their best friend, closest sibling, or spouse. Shoot a husband, kill the wife.

It was something of a novelty i...

Chapter 5: Catherine's Promise

“That man is a murderer,” the drow says, voice tight now but still keeping an even tone. “The woman at the door, Ungula, she watched him do it.”

The orc snorts. “If you’re not gonna fight, leave me out of this.”

“I am not a citizen of your malignant Covenant,” the elf sneers, “and I do not permit you to judge me f...

Serial Title Poll

Quick! Tell me which of these titles you like the sound of better for my second serial project! The one with the catgirl that's dating a reaper, and also it's a time loop and she's going to die horribly so many times but she's gonna get so sick and badass and fuck all the bitches

5.10 The Masks We Wear

Once again, I find myself waiting in a Visage lounge for a meeting with one of the three women that run the Forks branch of the company. This time, it’ll be Pearl Princess dragging me into a conference room, and I highly doubt she’ll be as polite as Memento and Radiance were.

After all, I’ve just orchestrated the kind of PR disaster ...

5.9 The Masks We Wear

I’ve had a good run with Visage. Hanging with my idols! Buying hot merch! Thousands of adoring fans spamming chat with emotes! I got to play Magic with Memento, got to meet the Twilight Sisters, got to chow down with Kira and Sweet. It’s been fun. In a perfect world, I’ll get to keep doing what I’ve been doing for days and weeks...

Chapter 4: The Fundamentals

Hell is a sinking tower.

They call it the Middle City to paint pride over horror. There are no slaves in Hell, only the less fortunate citizens of the glorious Middle City. Every demon is free, no matter the chains around their wrists.

Hell is a grand and putrid seven-ringed tower that sinks into the black mire of the Abyss and is de...

5.8 The Masks We Wear

It’s date night again.

It’s date night again!

After six and a bit days of being cruelly, unjustly parted from my dearest Sophia, our scheduled weekly not-a-date hangout has arrived once more. I mean, it’s not like I’ve been completely separated from her, but I haven’t had any quality time. I need my fix! 2025-12-24 16:03:50 +0000 UTC View Post

Interlude: Mask of Confidence

Agatha Cain was having a wonderful day.

Actually, all of her days had been wonderful since Archon’s ritual. Everything came easier to her, thanks to that spectacular spell. No more anxiously agonizing over what to do and how to act, because now there was a warm glow in her chest cutting through all that useless noise. The glow would get ...

Chapter 3: In Another World

“Momo?” I call softly. “Are you with me?”

“I’m here,” she says, her lovely voice echoing inside my head, “but I’m not corporeal right now. I need anima to take physical form.”

Right, of course. In the MMO, reapers were a powerful high-level warlock summon that asked you to harvest the life force—the ani...

State of the Serial (December 2025)

Oh my god it's finally out. Holy shit. That was. This has been an ordeal. A trial. A tribulation. A succession of challenges and setbacks, as one might say.

Flirting with Death is now available to read on my Patreon and will be updating Fridays most weeks. Like with TMGM, I will need regular break weeks to stay sane.

Speakin...

Chapter 2: The Price of Eternity

From the direction the tendrils came, there’s a girl leaning against a pillar who wasn’t there a second ago. She’s got choppy white hair and golden eyes—like Momo’s eyes, but much meaner. She’s wearing a simple black and white dress with a big ribbon around the waist. Darkness writhes and bubbles around her feet.

“Stop meddli...

Chapter 1: God of Death

I’d like to think that I have very normal thoughts about sex and death. Sadly, I have too much self-awareness to ever say that with a straight face—not that there’s anything straight about me.

Look, I won’t mince words. I’m something of a loser. What else would you call a perverted lesbian in her thirties living alone in one of t...

FWD Directory

Flirting with Death - Book One
Chapter 1: God of Death
Chapter 2: The Price of Eternity
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TMGM Directory

This Magical Girl is Mine - Book One
1.1 For Yuri, I Sell My Soul to Aliens
1.2 For Yuri, I Sell My Soul to Aliens
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Interlude: Mask of Humanity

The second edible bloomed inside Phoebe’s body and brain, the process of chemical release accelerated by precise modifications to the deimovore’s digestive system. What normally took nearly an hour was achieved in seconds. A dopey smile spread across Phoebe’s face as it walked into the Taco Bell it had been loitering outside.

5.7 The Masks We Wear

“Alright, chat, that’s enough Minecraft for one day. Agatha should still be streaming for another hour, so go watch her. Or else!! Peace, nerds.”

I cut the stream, shove my viewers onto Agatha’s page, and check in with my assigned manager just to make triple sure there isn’t anything else I need to do before calling it. ...

Patreon Reorganization

Hello! Big changes! Welcome to the new world!

This upcoming Friday, I'll be launching my new web serial, Flirting with Death, on Patreon. The first chapter will be free for everyone as a teaser, and the second chapter will go up the same day for select patrons. With the new serial comes new tiers, and I've taken this opportunity t...

5.6 The Masks We Wear

“I know your tricks now,” I warn the deimovore. My fingers tighten around the trigger of my magically-modified handgun. “You can’t hurt me with anything but words, and I’m not the same girl you tormented before. I can leave any time I want.”

The other Rachel tilts her head curiously. “Then why haven’t you? No, really. I can...

5.5 The Masks We Wear

I explain some of my thought process to Agatha—leaving out any detail too tied to Mordacity’s existence, but sharing as much as I can—as we explore the Glass-side Forks in search of components and a proper ritual site. I don’t know that either of those are necessary, but it feels right, and at this point I’m mostly going off feeling. T...

5.4 The Masks We Wear

By now, everyone on the team—with the exception of the Morrigan—has visited the Spire on the other side of reality. Both available levels of the tower have been scoured for information by everyone with a remotely relevant ability. The second floor has another Spire, of course, but that one’s protected by a magic seal instead of a boss mons...

5.3 The Masks We Wear

“I still feel so bad about yesterday, I’m really sorry about that. I didn’t—”

“It’s fine,” I assure Agatha. “I get it, I promise. Honestly, you’re not wrong to feel a little weirded out by all this. I mean, professional actors work with intimacy coordinates for scenes that are arguably less intense, if more… conventio...

State of the Serial - November 2025

Hey hi hello! You probably weren't expecting to see this! Probably expecting another week of updates before we went on break and a post like this popped up!

Well, me too! But I've been baking under stress and becoming the struggler, so, here we are. Okay, big thing out of the way first, then assurances that this is fine actually:

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5.2 The Masks We Wear

The morning after my first date with Sophia finds me perched atop the Visage Spire like a bird of ill omen, leaning over the edge of the roof of one of the tines. I’m still thinking about my last conversation with Mordacity.

How can I kill a god? I asked.

Mordacity gave me an answer: cut it, claim it, or consume it. Each e...

Interlude: Mask of Innocence

The Mary Brandon Aquarium was the only aquarium in Forks. Its exterior was clean, modern, and boasted of its many exhibits on colorful banners hanging from all sides. In the summer it would be as busy as any other major tourist attraction; in early January its attendance was at a yearly low. Sophia considered its selection of aquatic creatures t...