Welcome to Aetheriaism

This is headquarters—a cozy chaos of escaped characters, poetry about heartbreak and hope, dark fiction snippets, and the occasional existential crisis.

I'm Aetheria, and I write stories that don't fit neatly anywhere else.

Here you'll find:

• Carl the Raccoon Therapist dispensing terrible advice every Wednesday
• Lucy's reality-breaking Monday mornings
• Poetry that moves from "duct tape and hope" to diamonds underneath
• Sacred soul erotica where she takes her turn
• Whatever else my unicorn brain creates

Gentle humor in dark places. Deep empathy without self-pity. Characters who are tired but still curious.

That's Aetheriaism.

What you get:

• Free subscribers: Poetry vault, Carl's chaos, short stories
• Paid subscribers ($7/month): Everything above PLUS Lucy's complete story, The Unraveling collection, Sacred Soul erotica, writing prompts

I don't censor myself here. This is where truth lives—messy, vulnerable, funny, sacred, and always honest.

Stay for the chaos. Subscribe if you want more.

Either way, glad you're here.