Countenance



I would say
This world
Is not crushing me
Yet

Except—

Every muscle
In my face
Is knots,
Like I live
In a wince
From the searing
Light
Of scrutiny.

And the pain
And the pull
Is wrecking
The sweetness
Of my voice.
Dramatis Personae:

Celyn, who is perhaps unfortunately in his element (chaos and fairy nonsense)
Robin, who wants to go home
with Greymalkin, who wants his wings back
Izgil, who wants to know things
Viepuck, who was falling back on faking it and improv

When we left the party we were deciding what to do after demolishing a redcap fortress.

There were a lot of trophies in the trophy room, many of them grisly. )
Meme reference for the title.

Dramatis Personae:

Izgil, doing bomber runs
Viepuck, more of a sniper really
Celyn, combat medic
Robin, heavy cavalry

When we left off we were travelling to the fortress of the person who took, among other things of less importance to the party, Greymalkin's wings as a trophy.

And so we headed off with our half a goat. )

Combat sessions continue pretty fast to summarize.
kiya: (gender)
( Mar. 31st, 2026 07:10 pm)

Visible



To learn young
That
To be seen
Is
To be hurt

To discover
That
To be seen
Wrong
Bleeds tears

To wish
That
To be seen
Were
Even real

To know
That
To be seen
Is
Never simple

To wonder
If
Being seen
Will
Work out
This time.
I think this is a sign that my ADHD meds are also antidepressants?

Earth



none of us are built
to be this brave

the epics told the truth:
the inhuman weight
of necessary courage
makes monsters
of its warriors
(of its victims)

because

only monsters
can survive
valor

and not
lie beneath

PSA



Did you know
Mental health is worse
In the population
We're trying to kill?

It's why
They can't be allowed
To be
Like that.

It's for their own good,
You see.
These laws
Are protection.

Left to their own devices
They make bad choices,
Which lead to
Negative outcomes,
Like living.

Rat



The poem says
Hope is a sewer rat
Adapted
For survival

Despite the plague
And the filth
And the hate

And I
Got the t-shirt
The one with the rats
That says
"You will not
Exterminate
Us"

That they
Resurrected
For rats
Like me

But I am
Sick
Of gnawing
A way
Out

And so tired
Of the stench.

Watcher



They say angels
Are genderless
But he refused to come
Unarmed:

He tore an eye
From his feathered wing
And opened its color
To paint his lids

He had not been shaped
To have
A blade
So he made one.

His hands opened
With gifts:

These are your weapons,
Use them.
Become strong
And beautiful.

Toys



Gender is like Lego
It hurts
When you step on it.

Some like kits
And assemble
Piece by piece
Just like they're supposed to

Many— most?
Might build theirs and
Then
Adapt

Rayguns on the pirate ship
Skeletons in the princess castle—
It needs a dungeon.

Gather your pieces while ye may.
Become.
Dramatis Personae:

Viepuck, the eldritch tween (with his familiar the flying purple octopus Es*tiaslos)
Izgil, the respectable older gent who brings moon to the moonless
Celyn, whose sense of etiquette was more useful than his stabbing honestly
Robin, who is unspeakably exhausted about fairy bullshit
(and getting his own line)
Greymalkin, wingless gryphon with PTSD and an entirely reasonable resulti9ng attitude

When we left off we had just been asked to go close a portal to the Feywild in a way that meant it would not reopen.

So we planned to go through the portal into the realm of the evil fey. )
kiya: (dua set)
( Mar. 4th, 2026 01:35 am)

Set



Miscellanea:

The polar stars
With fixed purpose;

Thunderbolt iron
To open the power
(Great of strength)
to speak;

Confusion;
Discord;
Overcoming that which would
Annihilate;

The sinister and redheaded;
The foreign.

And
Problematic
Men—
Angry drunks,
Queer,
And the ball-less.

Collected.
kiya: (flow)
( Feb. 11th, 2026 10:41 pm)

Regalia



It used to be
People
Put on names
And a suit of clothes,
And were known.

The unknown god
Takes up his staff,
Puts on his beard,
His signs of power,
And when so garbed can say,
"And now you know me."

What raiment is mine,
What tools,
What adornments,
That will make me known?

I know not.


Footnotes on this one are: conversations about names on bsky, the lecture I went to tonight on queer/trans experience in the American colonies, a passage quoted in Daily Life of the Egyptian Gods, and [personal profile] graydon's comments about how gender is the means of signaling what sort of improv one is doing....
kiya: (jade)
( Feb. 3rd, 2026 12:54 am)
Not my best way to start a year, honestly, this state of mind.



ETA ... okay random shuffle is being perfect in a lolsob way.

Time is like a bullet from behind
I run for cover just like you
Time is like a liquid in my hands
I swim for dry land just like you

Time is like a blanket on my face
I try to be here just like you
Time is just a fiction of our minds
I will survive and so will you

We are the only ones right now that are celebrating
And we are joining hands right now
We are the only ones right now that are suffocating
We are the dying ones right now

As the water grinds the stone
We rise and fall
As our ashes turn to dust
We shine like stars

Here's the whole thing, and welp.

Official video.
Dramatis Personae, from the POV of the major NPCs:

Sir Robin, Lord of Asineau Village, with Greymalkin the wingless gryphon
Celyn Bettws, Lord's Consort in Asineau
Viepuck, squire and herald to Sir Robin, with Es*tiaslos the purple eldritch flying octopus
and
Izgil, the dwarf scholar who hangs out in Asineau

When we left off we had just killed a dragon.

So we packed up our nonsense and returned to Asineau. )
Dramatis Personae

Viepuck, quiet due to player absence
Izgil, unfortunately the only one who can see in the dark
Celyn, who did a lot of rogueing
Robin, prepared to do a great deal of dragon-thumping

When we concluded last session, we were about to be attacked by a dragon.

So we set up for that. )


(Combat sessions are easy to summarize.)
Summarizing some emailed events and today's session.

Dramatis Personae

Izgil, who did not do much because his player was out this session
Celyn, who has complicated class issues
Viepuck, who is very busy causing chaos as usual
Robin, who is doing a lot of engineering lately

When we concluded last session, the party was having something of a vacation in Robin's new demesne of the village of Asineau.

Things have been pretty chill for a bit! Warmer now. )

Mama



There was in me
A trailing reluctance
To let go
Of what nurtured you—

Even though
It now fed
Neither you
Nor me.

But—

When you tucked your head
Against my chest
To cling again,
I don't think
You even
Noticed
It was gone.
Dramatis Personae

Izgil, who is profoundly offended by the irrationality of these accusations
Viepuck, who manages PR rather a lot for a twelve-year-old
Celyn, who has a little box of white-hot rage that he opens up, for a treat
Robin, who as always really wants to protect everyone

When we left off we were about to be tried on a trumped-up necromancy accusation put together by a person we were pretty sure was an actual necromancer.

So we settle in for an uneasy sort of night in the courtyard to the baronial keep. )
kiya: (mama)
( Sep. 28th, 2025 04:03 pm)

Seahorse



I carried you
Even though
I—
I am no woman;

(I will love all things that grow
And are,
And am,
Not barren)

You taught my roots to drink
My trunk to span realms
My branches to embrace the stars:
We were the world,
Together.

You were never as heavy
As how
The world
Saw me.
.

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