For the Stories

Welcome to my corner of the internet! I post my own writing, random d&d content, inspirational quotes, maybe some photography here and there. Consider following if you like what you see!

[for-the-stories]

If you want to be remembered for your story, write it yourself.

Me

[sanddollarpoems]

This is to you,

the one who is always silently there,

supporting me without needing to be acknowledged.

This is to you,

the one whose blog has gone still,

yet still takes the time to read mine.

This is to you,

to the one who doesn't intrude,

but always includes me in a like or a heart.

This is to you.

I see you.

I appreciate you.

And I continue to miss your words.

[ad-wills]

[for-the-dnd]

Session 1 is tomorrow night and I still have so much prep to do! The downside of running a completely homebrew world is that I never feel as though I'm "done" with prep, there's always more to write.

Do you prefer homebrew or pre-written settings/adventures?

Homebrew all the way

Pre-written setting but I write my own adventures

I run it by the book

Other (answer in comments!)

Voting ended onApr 16, 2023

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Starting a separate blog for D&D stuff, give it a follow if you'd like!

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Angels for each other

And we fell together

Secure in the hope

That at least one of us had wings

[fetchmethatpitcher]

When you notice you have a headache, what do you do about it?

ibuprofen, my beloved

hot or cold pack

turn the lights off

I grind my teeth and hope it goes away (this may or may not have caused it tbh)

wait, you guys are aware of body sensations??

other (please answer in tags)

Voting ended onMar 2, 2023

[for-the-stories]

Current mood: attention span so short I zone out during a 2 minute YouTube video I actually want to watch

[prompts-in-a-barrel]

“Okay. Time for battle.”

“We’re just having dinner with my friends.”

[for-the-stories]

Spoilers for critical role campaign 2!!!

The M9 when Trent invites them for dinner with Astrid and Eodwulf

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Love is a Selfish Thing

I don't want to flatter myself

But I'd like to think that no one else

Will ever see the glow in your eyes

The way I do

Not because you're not beautiful

But I want to be the only one

Who makes you smile like that

[for-the-stories]

@ettawritesnstudies my submission for your queue

[witchesversuspatriarchy]

[for-the-stories]

Sorry

An endless apology spills

From her chapped lips:

Sorry for bothering you

I'm not in a good place

People get frustrated easily

With her, saying

"Stop guilt tripping"

"Don't be a martyr"

Sorry-

"Just do better"

Sorry, I will try-

"Stop apologizing!"

So-

[for-the-stories]

Empty

Minds, apologies, shelves

Lost

Hope, children, socks

Scared

Of the future, of the dark, and of myself

[jasongrabowski]

talking to my self-help books

i’ve been trying

to get my head on straight

but i’d rather

just give it a break

[for-the-stories]

Here I Stand

Here I stand

At the cliffs-edge

Feet precariously planted to the ground

I can finally see over the horizon

And it’s not at all what I expected

Here I stand

Yet I’m told I should jump

[for-the-stories]

Gonna start reblogging one old poem a day

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Wordle 253 4/6

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[teaspirationss]

your eyes are a sky I’ve never seen, your lips are a new world I want to explore. I want to taste the little deaths in you. I’m sorry I don’t know how to love with a touch that is light, and I have no wish to learn of anything less now.. so hold me with a love so tight water can’t run between my skin and yours.

I only want you when I’m breathing.

[betweenthetimeandsound]

The Broken Wing

The webbing gives way to falling feathers-- a snowstorm constricted to the memories of finding one's thread to the world. It does not glow with a scarlet flare, nor does it connect one with God-- but it exists through the dying pines and the shriveled fields of lavender.

Swans guided my way since birth, but I only know how to scream out through my limbs expanding in all directions. I evolve only as a spider hiding in her own web-- I risk death by snapping the dew-dropped threads of my being.

In their place, my back glistens with the feathers that stay; they are neither delicate nor beautiful, but forged from the coldest trenches of my own hell-- a garden of ice-covered daisies and swords made of frost.

Spring comes too slowly for me, so I lift up my right arm, and aim for the mountains.

There will still be snow, but it won't be too shallow for me to slam on the rocks.

And I take off, without wind, but without the burning fear coals attached to my neck provides.

I defy gravity. --Elda Mengisto