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Mx. D. D. Ward (they/them)
@ddwardiswriting.bsky.social
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Author of smut, romantasy, and horror. Your one stop shop for Victorian fantasy romance! They/Them. No AI.

Sometimes NSFW.

https://www.patreon.com/ddwardiswriting

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Remember. Surprise update! Episode five of The Last Paladin is up!

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The plight of the last paladin in a heartbroken world. A woman in armor flies on wings of fire
November 25, 2025 at 8:37 PM
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Fiona knows she has a reputation for being blunt and missing social cues. She will occasionally plsy this up for deadpan comedic effect.
Wulfric nodded, “I am Prince Wulfric Hardradasson of House Ragnarson. I stand first in line for the throne of Hyperborea. And no woman can resist my charms.” Fiona coughed and spoke, “We are neighbors of course. Our cities have grown so much that there is no space between them. And we have met at social gatherings many times. So, I am at a loss as to what you may not know. I am sure there are many things, but I apologize, as I am unable to think of anything at the moment. Oh, and I can resist any man’s charms.”
November 25, 2025 at 6:18 PM
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Do you like disaster lesbians and accidental polycules? Do you like romance and open door spice? How about scandal and drama? Then you'll love Daughters of the Digital Empire!

It's free on my patreon with no sign up required (but all sign ups deeply appreciated).

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Three women pose for a group portrait in lingerie.
November 25, 2025 at 5:35 PM
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If you wish your magical girl stories hit harder and were gayer, I made The Plight of the Last Paladin for you!

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The plight of the last paladin in a heartbroken world. A woman in armor flies on wings of fire
November 25, 2025 at 5:34 PM
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Post your warning label. This is mine:
No kids. weird adults only!
November 25, 2025 at 5:07 PM
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Ren's opinions on breakfast.
"Ren dearest, it is half past ten. They are going to stop serving breakfast in half an hour." "I'll be up." I murmured. "Can you order me a Bloody Mary?" "Would you like some food to go with your alcohol?" Amy asked. "If I have to," I answered. "Can you order me toast and eggs?" "I can do that Dearest. Get yourself ready and head to the dining car."
November 25, 2025 at 3:45 AM
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Share 4 '90s movies that you think deserve more love.
Event Horizon In the Mouth of Madness Perfect Blue The Prophecy
November 25, 2025 at 3:41 AM
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Hunted in the Wolf Wood

🐺 Werewolves on the Hunt!
⏳️ Countdown to Death!
🏕 Cabin in the Woods!
💔 Unrequited Love!
🤍 Undying Devotion!
🩸 Bloody Combat!

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Hunted in the Wolf Wood A woman wearing armor and an eye patch shepherds a girl in a pink dress as they flee werewolves.
November 24, 2025 at 5:26 PM
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So, if you've looked at my patreon, you may have noticed the bulk of it is a 75,000+ word novel. And though it's free to read, that can be intimidating.

So perhaps try my short story: Hunted in the Wolf Wood and see if my style is to your liking.

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Hunted in the Wolf Wood A woman wearing armor and an eye patch shepherds a girl in a pink dress as they flee werewolves.
November 24, 2025 at 5:24 PM
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The Husband Poisoning Society

👰‍♀️ Murder at a Wedding!
🦇 Werebat Assassins!
🐟 Poisonous Fish!
☠️ Secret Murder Society!
🔪 Cold Blooded Torture!
👩‍❤️‍👩 Sapphic Romance!
👹 Giants and Monsters!
🛕 Burning Churches!
⚔️ Countdown to War!

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The Husband Poisoning Society A blonde woman flees from a bat monster. Also there is a skeletal fish in the background.
November 24, 2025 at 5:24 PM
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Do like sword fights? How about chases through night? How about prison breaks?

It's all there! The Husband Poisoning Society. Part lesbian love story. Part fantasy adventure!

It's free on my patreon with no sign up required (but all sign ups deeply appreciated).

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The Husband Poisoning Society A blonde woman flees from a bat monster. Also there is a skeletal fish in the background.
November 24, 2025 at 5:23 PM
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When a Duke is murdered at his own wedding, it falls to Ren, Amy, and Fiona to find the killer before a murder turns into a diplomatic incident. But when King Hardrada casts suspicion on Ren, the team must clear Ren's name before she is framed for the murder.
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The Husband Poisoning Society A blonde woman flees from a bat monster. Also there is a skeletal fish in the background.
November 24, 2025 at 5:22 PM
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Lost in another world, a young woman must prevent her best friend from marrying a monster. But when her efforts threaten to destroy her love life, she must decide who really matters to her.

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Daughters of the Digital Empire A blonde woman clutches the shoulder of a brunette woman holding a saber. They are facing down a werewolf.
November 24, 2025 at 5:20 PM
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If you wish your magical girl stories hit harder and were gayer, I made The Plight of the Last Paladin for you!

www.patreon.com/collection/1...
The plight of the last paladin in a heartbroken world. A woman in armor flies on wings of fire
November 24, 2025 at 5:19 PM
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Daughters of the Digital Empire
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🩷 A Sapphic Love Triangle!
🥵 High Grade Smut!
🌶 Medium/high Spice
🤫 A Secret Affair!
🐺 Werewolves!
⚔️ Saber & Flintlock Action!
💔 Best Friend Drama
🌐 Political Drama
❣️Sacrifices for Love!
Daughters of the Digital Empire A blonde woman clutches the shoulder of a brunette woman holding a saber. They are facing down a werewolf.
November 24, 2025 at 4:31 PM
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Here they are with more context.
“Explain to me again why you’re marrying him?” I said. “He’s a total creep and raging misogynist to boot.” I stared at Lynn with set shoulders as I waited for her response. Lynn glared at me over the laptop. I met her gaze and refused to blink. Lynn was my best friend. We had known each other since kindergarten. We shared nearly everything in common, except our taste in boys. Rain pounded on the windows of the girl’s academic dormitory, and I could actually feel the wind shifting the building. Outside, lightning spiderwebbed across the sky, and then the thunder rattled the windows. I hadn’t had time to draw a breath between lightning and thunder. Lynn shook her head. “I’m marrying him because that’s how it is. That’s who I marry. Period. No way around it.” A werewolf can kill you with a single scratch. Nine of every ten people wounded by a werewolf will contract lycanthrope. Of those, all but one in one hundred people infected will die of it rather than become a werewolf. Lycanthropy gestates in the body for roughly four weeks, give or take. Then symptoms manifest. It’s like rabies with extra teeth. Amber stared at the claw wounds on her calf and her forearm. Ugly red gashes across pale flesh, open and leaking blood. Then she stared at the dead werewolf ten feet to her right. Smoke drifted from a cavernous wound in its chest. Her bodyguard had unloaded silver grapeshot into the beast. The wound should hurt. Instead she felt numb. Twenty eight days, give or take, and then she would know if she would live or die. Then she would know if she was going to howl at the moon or curl up into a ball of pain as her body stopped working. "I don't know whether to congratulate the bride or slip her a straight razor. " “Hush Ren,” Lynn put a hand on my shoulder. “This could have been me.” “I know. I nearly died stopping that, remember?” “But now Monique is on the chopping block, and we have to have her back.” “I’ve got her back. I promise,” I said. I stared at the interior of the stave church rather than watch the ceremony. The smell of incense hung in the air. And cloth banners to the Twice Dead Gods hung from the ceiling. The floor was hard packed dirt rather than wood or stone. I stared in dismay at my floor length forest green evening gown. Timber surrounded us on all sides. Ore-pine posts rose up around us. Hyperborean construction, we were on enemy soil.
November 24, 2025 at 3:47 PM
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Flex Mentallo cover looking like the Dark Knight cover
November 24, 2025 at 2:40 AM
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Three space suits with sigils
November 24, 2025 at 2:38 AM
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What fictional creature/villain traumatized you as a child?

I watched this way too young.
Mordred from Excalibur
November 24, 2025 at 2:35 AM
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If you see this, post a Comics cover you love.
A hand holds a star
November 24, 2025 at 2:29 AM
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And here's Baroness Lynn Octavian: Ren's best friend (and cousin) and Leon's fiance.
Baroness Lynn Octavian
November 24, 2025 at 1:35 AM
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Here are Leon and Vincent.
Duke Leon Delmar Count Vincent Metternich
November 24, 2025 at 12:55 AM
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Some picrew portraits of the trio
Ren Amy Fiona
November 24, 2025 at 12:53 AM
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Ren is the blonde
The Husband Poisoning Society A blonde woman flees from a bat monster. Also there is a skeletal fish in the background. Daughters of the Digital Empire A blonde woman clutches the shoulder of a brunette woman holding a saber. They are facing down a werewolf. Three women pose for a group portrait in lingerie. Last night, I had stood five feet and three inches, and weighed a hair over one hundred pounds. Last night I’d had my hair cut short in a pixie cut, dyed pink and black. Last night I’d been wearing a t-shirt with cut off sleeves and the logo of the band: Warbride. Last night I’d been wearing a pink mini skirt. This morning, I stood a full six feet tall. I couldn’t tell my weight from the view in the mirror. But I had gone from the figure of a twelve-year-old boy to the hips of a playboy model. This morning my hair was strawberry blonde. And somebody had styled it into ringlets. This morning I was wearing a cream semi-sheer nightgown. The gown hung off my shoulders and threatened to drop to the floor around me.
November 24, 2025 at 12:27 AM
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Chapter 26 is up!

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Leon stared at us. Then he sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He turned and closed the door. Then he produced a room key and locked the door. “Ren, you are caked in blood. What has happened?” “A little torture. Not all the blood is mine.” I said. 
November 23, 2025 at 11:28 PM