August’s life purpose was twofold. One; create Living Weapons. And two; raise Living Weapons. Ever since that fateful day ten years go, August had spent every minute of every day dedicated to these two singular goals. With his plate constantly filled to the brim, he didn’t have much room to think about anything else, and if it were up to him he would’ve kept it that way. Unfortunately, life had other plans, as evidenced by the fact that it had been two years since he’d managed to create a Living Weapon, the longest it had ever taken him, and his eldest daughter has only seemed to have gotten bolder about a certain subject a bit too close to his secrets for comfort.

Hello and Merry Christmas! This is a fanfic of September Swords I’ve been dedicated to for longer than I usually am.
The premise is a mix of for want of a nail with a certain event having much earlier, and an expansion of the world and characters that I found interesting. September Swords is basically a blacksmith overworked trans mom (of living weapon girls) in a fantasy world, and I really want to dig deep into that vibe. The rest I can’t stay without spoiling September Swords so read that! Other stuff is loosely planned, especially since SS isn’t close to done.
https://www.scribblehub.com/series/896052/september-swords/