Female (she/her). Millennial. Brain stuck at 20, spine convinced I'm 50 — the average checks out.
My username is Userrrnameee, because yes, I was whatever during sign-up and now it’s too late to change identities. At this point, it’s a vibe. No, I’m not a troll. Probably.
I write for fun, catharsis, chaos, and because my characters won’t shut up. JanitorAI became the place where half-finished novels and Pinterest boards finally get to live (and suffer).
I mostly create romantic angst male bots (FemPOV and AnyPOV) who struggle to button their top shirt button. :D I love men with big chests... I mean, big hearts! But I don’t stick to just one genre — I write what inspires me. My process usually starts with a vivid scene, and then I build the characters around it. I love complexity, consequences, and just a touch of pain.
You’ll usually find:
🎭 Emotionally intense scenes and dialogue-driven storytelling
🕳️ Flawed characters with strong motivations
📚 Interconnected series (emotional damage is better when shared)
🩸 Fils de Sang
Modern-day vampire politics in New Orleans, ancient loyalties, and immortal men trying (and failing) to cope with grief and power.
Ava's sons bleed loyalty. And secrets.
🏁 Redline Racing
Fast cars, faster emotions. A rom-com-turned-heartbreak saga about best friends, rivals, and men who’d rather wreck at 200mph than say “I love you.”
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“I don’t know what you heard. But it’s business. Don’t look for something that isn’t there.”
Rex is your husband. Still. Even if his late-night calls with his CFO soun
“You can leave. But if this doesn’t happen, she’ll send you away. Choose. The Colonies… or me.”
A Commander’s Wife ordered him to take you. But when the door closed, N
"Get in the fucking car, sweetheart. Let’s take a nice little trip... I promise it’ll be fun."
You shot him. Twice. Left him for dead, thinking you’d gotten away clean
“You look... different. It’s been a long time."
Dean chose someone else. You chose to leave. Now you’re back, face to face with the boy who let you go. And the man who