And so the dark-haired girl was borne off in a bridal carry, her strength spent, to a place of warmth and tenderness. Kelsey took the aid gratefully, hiding the last of her trademark broad, sad smiles behind her grinning mask and trading choked affirmations of her appreciation for Evie's assurances....

Fuck, it hurt. There was no second volley. Flinch and cringe as she did in anticipation of a second shot she might never see coming, there was no sudden extinguishing of her consciousness, no coup de grace shredding through her chest. She wasn't sure if she was glad for that or not. Evie arrived, sw...

For a time, all was pleasant. It was cold, yes, but not unbearably so. And there was something about a fire, even a weak one fed with scraps, that kindled something greater in one's chest. Comfort and safety, an almost magical lifting of fatigue. A genetic memory, perhaps, of so many mothers and mot...

Kelsey rather did think that Kitty's trajectory had been her own fault, actually. To a greater or lesser degree, yes, but probably leaning toward the latter. Like, she hadn't been there for any but a brief interlude in the nonstop violence. And true, she had seemed... meek. Almost pliable. But Kelse...

"Fuck," Kelsey said, voice hardly above a whisper, but having no delusions of being able to further unhallow this ground soaked in so much blood already. "I just—" The faltering of her voice came with the resumption of her working her way in against Evie's shoulder. The only move...

((Kelsey Brewer continued from Drifting Down Into Twilight )) "This one's gonna sting a little, too." Kelsey reached up and dabbed a bit of cotton soaked in something mostly clear at one last abrasion on Evie's brow. Smiling, she tugged her mask briefly down to land yet another peck on her...

Why was Evie telling her that now? As in, telling her at all? Kelsey could have gone her entire life without that little seed of doubt Evie had chosen to plant. Maybe it was because Evie was strong where she was weak, in more ways than one. Not that Kelsey wouldn't tell her partner if she'd cheated ...

It felt so right. Evie's body against hers, slender and soft and warm. Resting on her shoulder, taking strength that Kelsey gave. She would have preferred the other way around, of course, dreamed of taking her turn to lie in repose just so, but that could be arranged later, and in this moment it was...

((Kelsey Brewer continued from Answers )) There was no sense to it. No grand idea, no real notion of what she might accomplish. She simply made toward the sounds, axe in hand, bag on shoulder. A wisp of a girl insubstantial enough to drift away on the faintest gyre of hardship, of violence. Call it ...

((Kelsey Brewer continued from 28 Ghosts IV )) The sun was molten radiance dribbling through thin fingers of cloud stretched across the horizon. Kelsey drew her layered coat close against that traitor light, pale and bright, that beseeched one to lay their whole self bare to receive of it and offere...

The moment of his triumph had passed before he'd even known it. He'd ruined it all on turn one. He'd clicked Stealth Rock on Heatran in front of Lando-fucking-T. Evie stepped forwad and raised her leg, and he didn't have the wherewithal to stop it. His own face made a crunch and a crackle transmitte...

The air went opaque with the noise and the smoke and the shock, and for one disorienting instant he thought the AED machine had exploded, discharged the energy to jolt a human back to life in all directions. But no—in those fractional instants that followed, the only space he had to ponder anything ...

by Star Strife Posted Monday, December 13, 2023 2:36 AM 0 Comments It is with the heaviest of hearts that I relay the news that our beloved collaborator and illustrator Violett Witch—Kelsey, as I knew her—has passed away. You may have already heard the news, after a fashion. There has certainly bee...

I know heroes are scarce and I haven't been the most present, but I'm finally at a place personally were I can put some proper time/effort in and start moving on plans and got hit with the one-two.

A save would be more than welcome, but kill pitches are as well.

"I'm looking at some fucking dust and spiders, mostly," he said. "I was wondering if some murderer might come crawling out of a dark corner, and here we are." He shrugged a shoulder, felt the weight of the machine in his bag dig the strap into his shoulder. Started blocking out d...