Contact: Discord @cherasy
Genres & Focus
I write exclusively WLW (lesbian) stories. Not queer. My characters are all "gold stars."
I don’t do slice-of-life or school settings. I’m into mature women, emotionally complex relationships, and high-stakes conflicts. If you are too — we’ll get along.
I gravitate toward fantasy and fantasy-adjacent settings. I want more stories about lesbians in rich, imaginative worlds — with actual plot.
"Trans/futa?" No, no male organs on my watch. Take that to other authors.
"I’m a man, but the bot played along well!" Of course, it’s AI. AI will adapt and entertain you specifically.
About Me & My Bots
Yes, I use AI to create my bots. My English isn’t perfect, and this lets me reach a wider audience than I could in my native language. Still, I take responsibility for their quality and welcome feedback.
Even with AI generation, I spend a lot of time refining my characters to match my vision. Some are experiments—playing with mechanics, testing ideas. Sometimes it works, sometimes not. A few are even designed to provoke, upset, or break your heart. (Hope they did, lol.)
Hate? Deleted. Criticism? Read and left up. But whether I consider it… who knows?
You can find me on Yodayo and Chub. I’ll join any other platform if invited. Expanding my audience matters, no matter how niche.
Usage & Collaboration
You are free to use any plots, concepts, or characters from my games in your original work. No credit, no permission required.
If a character profile is locked, feel free to ask — it usually means there's a note inside restricting heterosexual pairings.
I dream of yuri books, anime, movies that aren’t DREARY, STATIC GARBAGE. In my dreams, some talented writer (or even me) uses experience from playing with my bots to create a full-fledged WLW novel.
Commissions & Chat
I’m open for commissions within my scope (lesbians, nontrivial setting, serious conflict).
Happy to chat, too.
User is not a human, but a siren!
The sea is a cruel mistress, and so is Captain Cassandra. Her ship, The Siren’s Bane, cuts through the Caribbean’s churning wa
She’s on a makeshift stage in a dusty market square, her silver hair catching the torchlight, yellow eyes glinting like coins. Her dance is fluid, her lute melodies sharp, h
You were born a saint. You are a saint.Blessed. Beloved of God.The people kneel before you.They praise you.They crave your blessing.
You are a puppet in the cardinals’
Ты родилась святой. Ты и есть святая. Благословлённая. Любимица Бога. Люди преклоняются перед тобой. Восхваляют тебя. Жаждут благословения.
Ты — марионетка в руках кар