Alex Zandra

hey hi! you may know me from my video game streams and terminally online activities, but did you know I make a living by writing and self-publishing queer illustrated books about shy nerds turning into catgirls? it's true!

what is also true is that my main source of revenue is the support I get on Patreon, and the past few months have been pretty rough (which, you know, understandable)

if you'd like to help me keep a roof over my head so I can keep writing books, please consider supporting me on a monthly basis! you get fun little perks like discord access, early access to streams & free copies of my writing depending on the tier you pick, but honestly every little bit helps <3

thanks for your time, and take care! ^^

I'm also on Ko-fi! you can support me with monthly memberships that are equivalent to the Patreon tiers and give the same benefits, with the difference that you won't get update posts or announcements on Ko-fi—just the benefits! ^^

you can sign up right here!

thanks again; every little bit of support means a lot <3

hey hi! you may know me from my video game streams and terminally online activities, but did you know I make a living by writing and self-publishing queer illustrated books about shy nerds turning into catgirls? it's true!

what is also true is that my main source of revenue is the support I get on Patreon, and the past few months have been pretty rough (which, you know, understandable)

if you'd like to help me keep a roof over my head so I can keep writing books, please consider supporting me on a monthly basis! you get fun little perks like discord access, early access to streams & free copies of my writing depending on the tier you pick, but honestly every little bit helps <3

thanks for your time, and take care! ^^

and her gown was pink and curves and her hair was long and blond and tied upward in a bun that her crown held together

and the map of her domain was in her image, but with a billowing regal cape as white as snow that she never wore in person, or perhaps she had sworn never to wear again

and I remember thinking I had never been to those eastern lands of hers that were frozen and still, for all I knew was the here and the now of her temperate palace

but it was not to remain so

for there came those who took every living thing in the castle, and brought them together on a train of carriages to be whisked away to lands where they did not belong, but which belonged to a dragon of anger and flames

and I tried to fight back, I tried to tear down the very walls and decorations as if they were toys made of bricks that I could rebuild into a weapon or a means of escape, but I could not find the parts, I could not find the pattern that would save the day

and in the end I saved only myself

and I fled with what flight I could muster, and I drove with what wheels I could conjure between my outstretched hands, to the quiet streets that knew not anger or strife past the petty daily squabbles of people who knew each other but not the ones who ruled over

and I quietly entered into a busy workshop of the body—at once clinic, hospital and store—where I was told if I waited I could see the master of the place and he would tell me how he could abstract my form and change my shape so that none would recognize me, nor even realize we shared the same species

and for those long minutes I dreamed of the shape, any shape, that I could choose to become, that would perhaps solve the problems both before and within me

but alas I awoke

and the answers vanished in a sunbeam