The Autumn We've Become
**The Autumn We’ve Become** By Laz Briar _Santa Monica’s_ pier opened up with a spree of sound and lights. Once a smaller dock suitable only for long-line fishing and a few eateries, it was now a bustling expanse of delightful attractions. Side...
Money is Money, Baby
**Money is Money, Baby** By Laz Briar [About Hazbin Hotel](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CeOWxqYp80A) [Your Theme](https://youtu.be/UM1owquLl_s) _In your prime, in your mortal life, you were a thief, an architect of the heist. From convenience...
Speak the Neon, Langer
**Speak the Neon, Langer (Call me!)** _by The Brain of Lazarus_ Goddamn was this town hot. Langer had never gotten used to the heat. It was always a sticky mess of humidity, suffocating air and nasty little bugs that screeched about it in their tree...
The Hurt We Have
The Hurt We Have By Laz Briar I discovered a new hurt when I saw Ozzie that Wednesday afternoon. It's a strange pain, a kind of quiet agony I didn't even think could exist. When his silhouette appeared around the corner amidst the crowd of...
Easy Overnight (Commission)
**Easy Overnight** This wasn't a typical date night. Sebastian had a lot of experiences when it came to "winging" it with a spontaneous date born from the sultry conversations of hookup apps. Most of the time they were one shots. They panned out...
Thus, We Gather
**Thus, We Gather** _By Laz Briar_ “I know, I know, it's been a while. Just busy, that's all. Always busy. It's what _you_ wanted, remember?" Ozzie was curled into a little ball of agitation and “catching up with the folks" – phone glued to his ear...
Run, Ye Sons o Bitches
Run, Ye Sons o' Bitches By Laz Briar Where do you go to bury yourself? Where do you go to forget what you were? The long, vast expanse of August scorched road spread out among the empty California sands for miles. Dry shrubs and burnt desert as far...
When the Wolves Come to Midgard
**When the Wolves Come to Midgard** _By The Brain of Lazarus_ TIGA loved the cold. Wisps of steam curled from her nose and danced in the dreary midday air, an overcast of pale grey shielding her from the sun as she lied idle. Her form embraced the...
Summoning the Hellbun (YCH Commission)
 In the deepest pages of the darkest tomes written with dreadful ink, you might find what you're looking for. . . What _was_ Jade after, again? He'd never done anything like this...
Questions
** Questions** By Laz Briar “Well, shit." Benneck was in a tizzy. Flustered, red in the cheeks, pacing back and forth as he explained to Earl Respin and Carla Axli – sales product managers – about a very, _very_ tight deadline. As in tomorrow....
Distance
Distance By Laz Briar “No." Crossed arms. Flattened ears. Muzzle tugged with an exaggerated pout. Tail flicking in agitated patterns. “It's only for a few days, I promise. Nothing crazy. By weekend I'll be back." A growl. _“No."_ Anson glanced...
Bros Plus
Personally, i've not known anyone else in the college to get my 'dar pinging except the badger from second year, lazarus, and he's big in gaysoc so that doesn't count..." the equine gulped and tried again.