Fireworks.

AH-mazing!

She is quiet. Sharp tongue stilled. The noises she makes are soft and contented, never mind how Jaheira’s teeth scrape, how the bruises bloom. When Jaheira’s mouth moves lower, her breath hitches, her fingers tangling in Jaheira’s braids, and still she does not speak. “What?” Jaheira raises her head. “None of the Guildmaster’s trademark quick wit?” “A good commander knows when to shut the fuck up and do what needs doing,” Astele breathes, “and I am a good. Fucking. Commander.”

have had this sequel planned since i wrote the first fic :") very happy to finally finish it!

Nine-Fingers Keene concept art from Forgotten Realms.

Don't be sad, my love, I will protect you with my life.

wait wait wait mutuals rb this with a description of ur voice

"come home and see my girl cave :)" I say flirtily. You agree, imagining a rec room with some couches and maybe a few vintage consoles. I lead you down into the basement, where I have carved out a slimy grotto with its own ecosystem. by the time you see me dive into the water and come up with a fish in my teeth, it's too late. You want to fuck me so badly.

Why would I write when I could imagine my characters going through the story and then get upset when a copy of the work doesn’t magically appear in front of me

Stay alive lesbians

thank you Canada 🇨🇦

I just never want to stop looking at this.

Jaheira coming back to her house and immediately getting tag-team roasted by all of her children will never not be hilarious to me

if I ever have kids I aspire to raise them to be this sarcastic