L, where the fuck have you been?

Around. Hey. It’s been something like five years, huh? In that time I’ve had some real wild life changes. Met (in person) my now-husband, got engaged, got married, worked myself to the point of collapse, got a brain injury, got diagnosed with a couple autoimmune disorders, found a career path, started grad school. Plus there’s…

01: Chance Meeting

The year was 2010, and @faux_wren was starting a Hunter: The Vigil campaign. It wasn’t my first World of Darkness game (I hear they’re calling it Chronicle or something now, but at the time it was ~*~New~*~ WoD), but it was the one that would stick with me for over a decade, and it was…

Stand Up

I don’t stand up for myself. You’re probably thinking I mean I let people walk all over me, I’m quiet, I’m passive, I have no self-respect. And if you know me personally, you’re probably thinking that doesn’t sound much like me. But there it is: I don’t stand up for myself. Today I checked on…

Need

He needs it. This is something his brother, father, mother, elders will never understand. They can never understand, because he needs in a way they never have. He needs like they need air or water; needs like someone would need food or sleep to survive. His hands shake as he lowers himself into the seat…

I’ll Go With You

While at A-Camp, I started writing about the people I met. Little snippets of something that had happened would pop into my head. I didn’t know what the point of them was, just that I had to write them all down. Every story I am about to tell you is true. They may be slightly embellished for…

The Siren

I attended A-Camp this past weekend, and there I met a Siren. This is a poem about our meeting.   I heard a Siren sing today And all the world stood still To see the light shine coffee and cream upon her skin I felt the moment everything +++Stopped And the current pulled me in…

Secrets in the Shadows

This was a request from one of my Patreon patrons! I really enjoyed writing this, and I hope they like it. 😀 “Sombra offline. Hasta luego, Hanzo Shimada.” Hanzo sighed and let his bow drop a fraction of an inch. Sombra going offline didn’t mean safety; it never had, and he was no fool to…

Zero to Sixty

There was no love lost between them, at the start, and no words either. One tense meeting, the personas they’d made for themselves clashing and driving them apart. Two bitter, broken men with too much on their minds to notice all the things on their minds were the same. Three months, four missions, five seconds…